i reminisce on the smell of gasoline cuz its been a few weeks
and shrug it off like girls with face piercings
but it aint a cheap shot i still think all'em are psycho
boy that shits nuts and if you aint got one youre still most likely a psycho
youll never catch me rockin a 'ohmygodamireallyrappingaboutwhatyoullneverseemewearing?'
with nostrils flaring and knuckles clenched white like jaws
its alright ill find your bearings
no longer aiming my sights to the ground or looking down thats when my brain starts dripping out
wishing i could spit into one hand forever
the sun and the weather or not ill live to save enough for a dirt plot
its not so much that i am
its so much that i am of
whats life spent wasting
away under the ring of shade under a fat ficus' umbrage?
you cant flourish in the wake of anothers sunshine
perish with the grass blades that couldnt push through
dance atop the graves of those who failed before us
chorus of loneliness united by separation
moral neglectance a leprosy seepage
deeper than a natural gas drilling alongside a frack pit in northwest wyoming

my homie used to slang blood as an only means to piss in a cup
whole jalapenos for dinner right out the can
blindly backing up the administration that made him bankrupt
and so as it turns out
we're not as dope as we thought
left to rot in the ring of shade under a umbrage
where sunlight aint able to reach
where they soak in what was stolen
holes close in open loathing

you aint sick mainly just lack wit
saving grace from disastrousactions
maybe its the only sane fibrous spindle left, a hell of an offer
special intelligent shopper
procuring the works of eloquent choppers
steady cherishing that which is registering
and the concepts that arent fully comp'd
are ran through like poppy fields
straight frolicking in a childish delight
you know that shivering goose bumping shit from before i was born?
well im not ready to give up the only thing ive had a grip on throughout adolsence
in exchange for sex appeal ego and a scripted trash deal

i aint givin up the only thing ive got and ever had
and will ever have
the greatest buzz unkillable
till caustic cystssores strangle my vocal cords
and my drum box melts or implodes on itself
you aint stopping this