Staring at my reflection across the ocean with this Cloak and dagger all that’s bleak is rather cogent I think I need a spokesman, a priest, a rabbi Mallam, I feel patronized my brain is scattered half of it was sacrificed To worry of a status in this temporary callous time To babble I was damn obliged to listen to and sample mind You, ugliest in gaggle flights, but still I rise to Saturn heights Through atmospheric pressure withered, got me down and saddened, why So rigmarole and precise, the metronome of my life Set in stone vessels lower levels carved to stalagmites Seeking out a flash of light, this wasn’t a train But the rain drops glistening to put out the flames That arranged around the impetus surrounding my brain To take away any chance I ever had of being canonized It’s all facsimile, divinity don’t interest me Principally through tomes scoured half away in indices Through different siege, I hope acts of man don’t really count For your sake and for the history and its lineage of mimicry Followers delivered eating shit like human centipedes And leprosy today is just to have the nuts to disagree If you’re not hellbound afraid we can’t associate Procreate, it’ll fuck you up, I’ve given vocal space For 20 years some months okay I think I’m fit to go today No I’ll wait, I always do, lose it justly float away Won’t be saved, this cynic can’t split paths like Donnie Darko I prefer my life be lived as if I will not die tomorrow Tryna find a star glow in a past life I’d recall so From hell up to Toronto, express delivered as cargo I'm addicted to breathing, only reason I won’t grab the knife Slash then slice, that and I do not believe in afterlives It’s an easy solution, if there’s one thing that I knew well it’s That, easy solutions usually had me looking stupid A long process to start unhinging the screws But do what you gotta do the only one willing is you To be, timid you’ll lose, hard work ain’t for the fools Not the type to see success and think it’s gotta be the shoes It's gotta be the shoes It's God or be the shoes It's gotta be the shoes It's God or be the shoes It's gotta be the shoes It's God or be the shoes It's gotta be the shoes It's God or be the shoes It's gotta be the shoes It's God or be the shoes It's gotta be the shoes It's God or be the shoes It's gotta be the shoes It's God or be the shoes It's gotta be the shoes {Wow how cavalier, if I only had a pair I would blast up in the air, and then I’d find my balance there} Your…silence is golden, more…patience is wisdom Forced to lie in the doldrums, if you’re braced for the ending Lies built upon em, the Earth, don’t gaze with the vision They’ve compiled, propaganda's worked every millennium From a child, fairy tales I was told had gone with logic So I’ve built every belief of my life since then upon this Experience in concert with faith, yes, that I’ve got it But it’s faith in myself, the only organism honest With me in my realm of control, my head’s in the scrolls I believe the lessons told were meant to strengthen us all And that don’t mean that I’m against something if I am not for it But I’m against it every second that the people are harmed Conclusion’s quickly are wrought, before the judgment bring thought…NOPE I am but a speckle in the universe, ineptitude will do you worst Super serfs shooting for forgiveness from a voodoo curse The brutes usurp in names of those who never even knew you were When you’ve got it all you die, I’m happily a student first It is clear and suspenseful this ain’t, writ with a pencil It’s a permanent determinacy, live incremental When you slip, just reflect and then you simply progress yo In the spirit the mental, dog, it’s here in your temple

eKZ I'm dope enough to blow ya brains out without a gun, and slick enough to spit this slang out without a tongue, make the kinda songs that could detonate a dud, with no igniter though, just a mic and a flow to enlighten souls... breathing life into the lungs of the dead, lazarus effect, but now I have a price on my head, cause I uncovered what the devils wanted hidden- ignorance is long gone, bid the pain good riddance, spacecraft seated, while my hands click switches, taking off, breaking off from these humanoid limits I am not what you want, but I'm what you niggas need, I sling hard shit that brings a giant to his knees, suffocate the industry it's hard for them to breathe, raising up the temperature and make em sweat from the degrees, fear is what I leave in the men from the valley of the thieves, take dreams, creating reality from make believe, they said I wouldn't achieve or make it at all... I should leave and stand for a more plausible cause, but when E hits the top and claims a spot on the charts, all the boo's will transform into round of applause, Kweku They always saying “hey, listen it’s your time to rise” But that’s stressful, so I’m striving for a 9 to 5 An upper level office, edicts all anonym cries Whether they see or not, my lines are to incite the blind When they’re like me, a skinny nigger all up in the school Who got it all, but he’s trying hard as fuck to be cool Got a couple phases here, folded cuffs and the jewels Until it’s phasing in the ears and then he cuts for a view and says {STOP} I’m twenty years old, had enough now I’m passed doubt Carte blanche my black card to the bank, bounce Country grammar slang, hold my dick got my pants down Screaming I don’t give a shit, a fist with my hand out Sit just to stand out? I sit cuz I am proud To be myself and I don’t need my lips to command shouts Simple advanced styles ripple the land tiles Elliptical dismissal of these signals to stamp down My sole is the pendulum with every swing Deafening a roar to the souls under Earth just to let them in To let them in you know is not to open the door but of course To place a dipole that they’ll open it for And make the cycle go forth, you’ll never stifle the force When they leave their carbon and slip into a nitrogen form When being idle is foreign, we leave the idols informed That it’s time to ford the moat, destroy it lighting our ports John I black out, then I punch in; still ain't put enough in to conceal the fact that my skrilla's equivalent to nothing Tell shorty let's get it cracking and put my nuts in Bitch I'm busting, know it's indica that I'm puffing Shed light on Slumville, where they slang the guns still Toe tag 20 niggas, and then count it as one kill You can wait around to sign to that one deal I'm building an empire, my dynasty's unreal...son chill

Kweku Chalupa spilled on the dress shirt, tell me why my neck hurts The pressure, to stay awake with boring ass professors When the mass of lecture addresses what you read first The night before, why’d I come to class for a refresher But leave that scenario, the rest of it’s to barely note Same shit every night, {“Roll Tide” “wooo I’m drunk,”} good for you that is very dope Pick up chicks keep my accent switched to be Ontario It’s all a façade, yo the lie is a job Promised to God I would move my ass up out of here But obviously not, I’m still a student matching solitaire’s Qualities, I’ve got a booth, okay a mic, to volunteer Songs made in a place I had wished to escape But now I’m locked in here, ironic, I’m a slave to this space It’s a dozen foot by eight where some fables are laced Aching for a break to Accra, Raleigh, Toronto Always saying no return, keep on changing the date A couple rare moments going back, some co-ed undergrads In the back, smoking what’s got so wedged under that Double back, say it twice, solfege pro Gone the way of the do-do by these lames that are po-pos Awaken just to puke a Jackson Pollock on my slumberdrawls Laughing at the dudes, chasing girls playing Wonderwall Try to strum guitar to other tracks and they don’t know dick all Got another thing to run by y’all…Am I still vain though? Hook I don’t know where you be or how you see but we got the light I don’t know who you be or who are we but we kind of like Like I think that we fly to a point that they can’t even describe Like I know that Cruz, Alby, and Kweks are gonna make this thing nice Nate Trapped in my home town, solitary confinement. Commissary overflowing with monetary consignment. Finding logic, deposit it into a pointless synopsis, and I'm positive that the operatives aren't stationed in the projects. Unconscious and pompous, launching through Wonka's glass ceiling. Beefing over bullshit and females that catch feelings, appealing. But I'm a victim of rhythm whenever a song plays. Sound waves synchronize, thinking, vibing to John Cage. It's, long days when I zone and crush the killahs. Drones cut from the same cloth, cloned the same double helix. Flooding the gutter when I brainstorm, the rain pour. Disciple of John Locke, mind locked in the same form. Strains swarm, wrapped around the base of the mic. I rep my hometown but it's the place of my plight. Niggas try to succeed, but the never left mom's chest. You blind mother fuckers got an Oedipus complex. I'm gone. Hook Kweku ... Wackness played out like Dickie’s, Saucony's, Girbaud’s Feel my sayings like Goku’s fire when he starts glowing gold Kamehameha to a Mayan when the globe’s to implode Then bring a blitzkrieg to bops like I’m Joey Ramone The world’s gonna end? Believe I’ll leave while I’m tryna grow and Had hoes on my dick and now my dick’s in a hole Who thinks that’s misogynistic? Yo you don’t even know What I did with that line so you can go lick a pole When the whole shit is froze down to 40 below Where our systems collide, stay warm with a nose snow I’m blown, openly gauche drinking 40s in Rome Finding virgin white widow I could smoke with the pope John Hook (x2) Bullshit

Got an overweighted sense of self esteem a wide ego Could be anything I want I heard from loads of white people I said I want to take it over, be a dictator Have the world suck on my dick swallow the drip later Born speaking from podiums, to porn from Nickelodeon Stories getting distorted when detecting that it's boring them Kids can't read or write in school, they're dissing the custodian 40 binge is on the way for years of this… Yo I'm rich for a black kid, Rock Spring Road Was where my mom lived, my dad lived, I had both They used to jock it and laugh since, I don't know The fucking rationale was absent when guys spoke The goal was gold inside the casket, colder than Alaskan Holsters would the heart be as bullets whizzed on past him After they went through him, hope and pray for executions Couldn't bear to pour the brew, it was a dumb city I grew in But I loved it though, yeah I fucking loved it though I never really loved it yo. Just said that to get my dick wet Spent years tryna impress, I don't know exactly Spoke in a Canadian accent, first time I got my ass kicked Elmhurst Elementary, first grade I got my ass kicked PCS basketball, first name got my ass kicked Crying from getting my ass kicked, enough to get my ass kicked Heard they changing Elm Street Gym, first place I had my ass kicked Moved up out that house, there ain't no point in asking First place, second, third place I had my ass kicked Wore a Barney shirt in second grade, almost got my ass kicked And I would have but my reflexes caught Chris' hand and slapped him I loved it though, I'd fucking love some mo'. I planned on killing all of you bitches, you better hope I make it.

Oh Lord, I beg of you, please forgive me I’m sick, please, it’s clear I’ve got some demons in me Like you need to give me a vaccine, an antidote I’m saddened hold me, while I cut this evil, skin deep I’m six feet, a quarter of another one, my mother comes From a lineage where we all went to college And they lived seasons under the summer sun, all of them Look like this, pose the question to Darwin You see, I almost killed a white lady today It almost breaks me to say, the state of my face Was like a killer, right? It must have been like Satan was placed In the middle and night had come, it’s sad the day has to fade Now I remember clear as an hour ago I had on mountains of clothes was out in the cold Tryna check the bus schedule, hmmm, which route will it go Then I turned around and saw this old grouch was bout to go croak You see, I almost killed a white lady before It’s got me frightened for more when I stride out the door I must be a psychic of course, my mind’s with the force And I saw it coming, I’m irresponsible, next time I should warn You see, I almost led this white lady to death Without a blink or a breath, laced my sphincter with Crest What was I thinking; safety first, should put a veil on my head Would that solve things? You’d rather me be hidden instead? Staring down the barrel of a sterile mace bottle Now my brain’s hollow, wishing she would spray the can auto I would kidnap her, but I heard her scream it’s way alto And that goes against the point of what I’d made my main cause, for I need a lady sounding like a siren in here To just divinely appear, making tiles of mirrors Or just hit me with the mace until my eye’s dry of tears So I can never see this skin again, supplier of fear It’s sad, I almost killed a white lady today I think the cops should take me away to my native old place Wait, I was born up in Toronto that won’t do shit but change The scenery and put new white ladies in danger, okay So ummm, send me back to Africa, but leave me benefits Hope they’ll treat me nice, they’re mean to the illegal immigrants Didn’t know my feeble innocence would lead to grimaces I wasn’t scared that she’d enslave me when I’d seen her on this bench But, eh, almost killed a white lady today yo Vybz Kartel please spot me some cake soap I wish my skin was always like the kids out at Day-Glo Make for the best, no, make just to break though Blame my mama for this shit, my father for this shit I ain’t get to choose my race, while they knew they’d have some kids And then they put me in a place full of pride and prejudice I’m a fucking ostentatious menace, daring to exist You see, I almost killed a white lady today, no! Keep the hatred embraced, go be racist, be brave souls This nation is made for, the government queso Segregation, paranoid American staples Almost killed this lady since she’s got a weak heart She’s past her time anyway could use a restart Her sight’s had a while to disintegrate too Think I’m a robber and I’m dressed way better than you I’m just a nigger though, just a nigger though Just another nigger though, a plain ass nigger yo Just a nigger though, just another nigger though Just another nigger yo, I'm a plain ass nigger yo

Fresh off another college debate Where one of these failing scholars used their knowledge to bait Another group who had the opposite taste and got em irate In the mood to shoot down compliments get all in your face I mean I used to be that guy when I was a kid Loved sciences, decided it was right what I would insist Write up a script based on what I’ve read, decide it’s the shit A nihilist before my time would have provided the itch But now I see the world from out the eyes of a fish A wider grip, less violence has e-migrated to fringe And now the center of attention’s occupying the lens While the minds taking the time have struggles climbing up in It’s wrong, and what’s accepted is designing of spin A lot of thoughts come from deciding to vibe with a clique But leave some time for your eyelids to click and see inside Your mind and you will find what you’ll apply as a crypt, because… The more you know, the more you know The more you don’t know what you know, what you know is The more you know, the more you know The more you know that you don’t know, and you don’t know that The more you know, the more you know The more you know that you gotta know right, riiiiiiight But that don’t mean that it’ll be tonight And you don’t know! You don’t know a damn thing! And you don’t know, you don’t what’s real! But we don’t know, we don’t know what we do know! All that we know, is what we feel. Used to have a big affinity for history Until it hit in me that it was written by the winning team Meaning only one side was getting all the sympathy So reinvestigate it ‘fore you take those sources literally Cyclically the reading I would do turned into cynically Sneering at the pages recognizing inconsistencies In the class, we’d learn twisted facts and sit around So I’ll dedicate those years of fuck you to Little, Brown Paid no heed to school, I was raised in the dirty south Main things I should, I would take in like Kirby’s mouth And not Puckett, we’re getting off the subject Although we’re really not cuz we would argue over lunches About something, the trends often weren’t particular Rap music, math solutions, crap shooting, literature Fact spewing we would always think we were right But if the other guy was, we’d quickly change up the sides, it seems The more you know, the more you know The more you don’t know what you know, what you know is The more you know, the more you know The more you know that you don’t know, and you don’t know that The more you know, the more you know The more you know that you gotta know right, riiiiiiight But that don’t mean that it’ll be tonight And you don’t know! You don’t know a damn thing! Cuz you don’t know, you don’t know what’s real! But we don’t know, we don’t know what we do know! All that we know, is what we feel. With greater age comes a greater stupidity You must see the place with a grain of lucidity The more you know, the more you know The more you don’t know what you know, what you know is The more you know, the more you know The more you know that you don’t know, and you don’t know that The more you know, the more you know The more you know that you don’t know right, riiiiiiight But you’ll know what you need to in due time

Your childhood is beautiful, the fact is indisputable Your word was your word, when you spat the bond was super glue Dreamed of what would never happen, still living in satisfaction Til the atoms crash and constant bombs are the usual A stupid fool spent years chasing ducks as a goose But it’s cool, I find refuge up in the substance abuse It’s not a crutch, it’s a stool, it takes the suffering from view On the roads to life, was pulled over, I’m not stuck in the queue I got cash but you would think that just from hearing my groans I got slashed right through the limbs like it’s Sierra Leone And in fact, they try to help and start repairing my nodes But there’s no hope, if I cannot go into therapy stoned A little clarity’s owed to me, it’s hopefully supposedly En route, but it’ll get crushed up within the lotus leaf I’m always rushing, slugging, like I’m Boris G’s dopamine Eyes on the prize, prone to freeze, it’s only gold you see Stare into my eyes, I can barely survive This mind is a like prison got no care to stay alive Can’t silence the critics with nefarious diatribes Adding size to dimensions that’s preparing your demise I’ve got a share up in the crime, that I’ll declare and I’ll describe In detail, why we fail to scale what we should climb Too scared of likely rise and the various parasites Got decisions to refine, it’s no decline to just recline Left is left, right is right, death is death, life is life Who am I, who is speaking when I step up to the mic Who will fight all these demons, with which weapon, which device? Do I know? Well learn your lessons I don’t know where or how to do it But I’m bemused so I’ll pursue it while experimenting music Stuck within the Ferris looping, the prepared execution Must relax for just a few and be aware of what I’m doing I’m a free man! Chop a tree with axes blunted, to be making you strong Which is great, but all along you were basically pawns Faceless in the throngs, staring blankly at your gods Slaving your all for some greenbacks to take to your mom And by greenbacks we mean backed by nothing but the trees jack Cutting at the seams, get you inhaling real hard, in their thoughts Hands in the pocket, but you’ll never get a re-rack Or answers from the last ball which stated your loss Another case of amon-tillado, savor what’s gone Awaken every morning lost with your face in the sauce Never taking it off, you know the fake, the façade We ain’t all after the fame, but we’re all chasing applause Simply naked and stark, a little ancient mystique Voraciously got us chasing what’s been labeled as chic And it’s clear we don’t still labor in the blazes of heat Cuz it’s been years since my neck raised over 80 degrees I mean the sun, the cadence of breeze, elated fatigue Has been missing, but go reaching for a saving relief Notice what’s sacred to see, is what can’t really be reached And maybe see what you’ve been missing busy’s placed at your feet We’re walled in by the hustle, tryna muscle to Walden At the wall’s end just hoping to not be shackled from will Praying riches trickle down aimlessly you twitch around Spending all your time moving, when your plan’s to be still How do you breed new life when you’ve never lived in yours? Its central theme controls with ease can even make you kiss the floor It’s a chore, the first step is reaching through the prison doors Make sure you’re not killed before you realize there’s no will before us Don’t know where or how to do it Don’t know which br’er controls the movements Simply breathing in air and then I’m puking Everything I’m seeking’s in there, but I can’t view it

The anthem of the endemic spasms of a past blemish Radical irascible add chasms to a black message Cracked and fragmented quotient of my environment They claim I’m at the end of a phase like I’m a waxed crescent Only way to slash stress is venting my rage Rest in the shade, add some blackness, slap a pen to the page Venom gets sprayed and they present faux psycho-analyst ways I ask quit trying to find the path to my brain, no need to add tenants But let me rack in it, edge of a break I’m on Changed a lot, threw off the Q, can’t settle to play at all Move as much as all my molecules, can’t spread out my name to y’all Too many think they know me, I can’t rest here or stay for long I’m better lonely though, finger to the old me Only way to make me sociable’s to knock me out and clone me The first sheep in line, high on society to OD With the blood remaining blue not from the staining of the codeine But the roach leaf that’s wasted, burned up, tossed in the dirt Honest to murk, that’s the furthest that I’ve thought of my worth And I believe that in anticipated joggles of mirth To toss my wealth and spend my last dollar on columns of myrrh In the hopes it’d embalm up my person, give a second chance Like a returning virgin rocking new sets of pants Things they say around me, truly have no resonance But things I think inside my head have got me set up in a trance Dilla damn, if I ain’t have that I’d prolly kill a man Like Kid of Sam, seemingly it lifts my every kilogram I’m lifted man, to different stands, reality is vicious fam Stuck on the glass ceiling prepare for shit to hit the fan I grew up on the Eastern side of Greenville as a token black Holding back the one desire to unload my wrath Came from Canada, was dreaming of that older grass Cuz mine was duller after summer back in ’02 lapsed Was sick of school, new rush was never going to class Guess it wouldn’t hurt too much to let some voltage crash Was skipping to 05 in autopilot till I’d go live I missed those years and then we all started to grow too fast One of my favorite friends died after a motor passed On Greenville Boulevard and man I’ve never wrote to that And I still can’t even bring myself to do it Leslie if you’re listening, you were the first to hear my music I remember that you told me that the verse was wack Damn it was true, but it helped me get my focus tracked Was looking forward to high school when I would know your ass Like on the real, cuz it was mostly on the phone and crap That we’d communicate but let me bounce the subject Cuz this deserves originals and not the sound from Lovage I hardly ever open up express myself in public Cuz I remember days were great with quarter ounces blunted I learned French with dreams of moving out to Saint-Tropez Get out the South cuz over here, yo, being black don’t pay I’m tryna turn a new leaf and slowly craft a way Making moves like wangs on chat roulet, could never tell about it Lemme gather a thought or two And I meant it if I said it clear and black as day I say it all in jest, serious as a Sambo face No one could touch my shine, never seen a Faberge Though no one’s after me, I’m still feeling a cavalcade The fucking cast away, expecting me to go local Like these yokels, Kweku.Kente never calibrates Gone clean from drama, stay away off all your soap full To disposal, navigate into a path of hate to put it in the vocals Held my punches, now I’m quick to stamp you out and go postal I say that I’m from Ghana man! I’ve lost my language But get my mom to yell some insults, and I’ll understand it I’m at a disadvantage, cultures got me sandwiched Between the sand wedge shooting off directions spreading damage It’s the indigenous foreigner landing off the border One strip from falling off edge like I was Florida Keys locked in the corridor, with dreams to kill like warriors Dictated by what my sin say like Patrick Morita Or rather what my skin say, like being poor and fucked Being black, I tore it up, fuck it to the more of ya Aaron, that’s my nigga though, Kwame that’s my nigga yo Been knowing them since Nick at Nite had started showing Diff’rent Strokes Take a rift from code, would rather laugh and chill with spliffs of dro Poison new editions and become the new Bel Biv Devoe Nah this is jokes, how I defend myself in shells When there’re discussions and I don’t want any of the shit approached I’d sit and smoke to stop insanity from rising Only talk about myself when adjectives are rhyming Fuck it, scratch that and let the quote go missing Because the only time I talk is under those conditions The fucking rope is sticking, this is a hopeless mission I’m in a bind to die and never reach my full position And in my pro opinion I’ve lost my own dominion Over actions and consequences, but I hope you’ll listen Cuz Plain Nigger’s not an alter ego scheme for rap sales It’s just the only thing that people see me as, well No matter the accomplishments, won’t see me pass, failed To reach my goal to go and leave with speed this drab hell And yo, I’ve never cried when I was writing a song But these lines have got me ripe to dry my eyes in my palms And when I think of things like this I’m not surviving for long In my imagination, resting and reciting my qualms

The pen’s ultimate, baby the penultimate Out a Shell to spilling of the fuel that’s engulfed in it Leak acknowledgement of life lived but not done Mach one, slow it down, cuz it’s better if we walk in it Mark one memory and mock up pleasantries To greet yourself with that you’ll mock in future centuries Market for a legacy, but I think it’s best if we Muck around and make the things we do the best fun It’s not the music that is dope it’s my spirit it injected Seeing lucid in the dome, it’s not wisdom, just perspective And I stress it; this isn’t any movement or a message Too many kids from the 90’s want to be the damn one Well I forfeit, ashamed of reflections inside the portrait Every portion looking morbid, I hate it the look is dormant Fuck photographs, it’s a reminder of when the door hits It’s recorded and you can never fix the moments from before it It’s sore it’s, coarse it’s, a sword inside the corset Inigo Montoya, you failed in tryna reach the source if You’re a minute slow, oh boy, you’re a snail, an eaten course in Puppet stringing shows, anointed arranged by that evil sorceress Have you ever tried to pay a visit to the past? Playing wizard to the facts so they shrivel in the back Of the picture that you went to go amend, relive, and snatch You didn’t fix it you just clipped it with a simple hit of axe Aligned with rewinding time for mining Paint the shit gold to sell it to yourself as diamonds For the bellicose dolt to flaunt in faces and shine it Slightly evolved but there lacks intelligence designed and The pen’s ultimate, baby the penultimate See it flash before your eyes, commence to then withdraw, well it’s A sequence of surprises that forgot to leave you shocked in each Accomplishment and squandered thought or second that you lost in this Apocalypse to coffin of the point destroyed of being Enjoy what’s possible; most of it’s devoid of meaning The seconds that we’re stressing should be set for memories and You can wait until the fall before you’re at the point of leaving The pen’s ultimate, baby the penultimate From Luther, Gutenberg, the Gospel writers to the Bolsheviks Acoustic use of words tell by the fire, or the Socratic School of thought, whatever, try the type you’re finding solace in The problems from before are just a minor afterthought And at the end we’ll waste our time just with our eyes fixed at the clock Throughout this labor of my life I hope I tried and did a lot Which when concluding may even help me get the drive to slip the knot And cheat the reaper out his gwap just get to thieving him blind Nickel and dimed destined to hide and turn a bitch in disguise But keep the peaceful old time, where you’re releasing the mind Bequeathing secrets when you figure out the meaning of lives Or maybe even that the meaning’s a lie Maybe that the meaning’s a lie

Chilling in the moment got my knees in the fog You gotta live it like you own it, saying peace to the gods And there’ll be sequels involved, so all my people be calm Until then, my mind is peaceful, I’m in seats with the stars Never reach for a fault marked by external foolishness Because they say don’t mean that you have gotta stop doing it Be patient like a Kubrick flick, viewer when the rules are lift- Ed, while they confuse creativity for stupidness It won’t come to you, but take your time when you’re pursuing it Enjoy life man, the fruit of it, the dandelions, junipers The satisfying, putrid shit, and interlining wool in this Time you’ll abuse, better beat it till you ruin it Not heated by the Judases elude them when they’re spewing this Bull, they wail and cry, they can tell it from a mountain You got when you’re dying to get heavy and nostalgic So now get to trying in those many you’ll be counting Hop up out the domicile, nigger will be gone a while From the title you surmise I’ll clear that gong Crying tears of a crocodile, all I gotta flaunt is smiles Apologize I didn’t mean to speak that long Though every day is like a sadder day, looking for avenues I can take Now I’m watched and I can’t grease that bong But, don’t let the blood coagulate, it would have been quicker to masturbate Instead of writing all these damn songs But now I’ll sleep and all thoughts of before can go filmy Yo I’m from Greenville, but I’ll never give my heart to a city, ya feel me? Fig a deal me, or you’re a herb like a dilweed These were the feelings I was saving as the architect, building (Belding) (bell ding) Understanding more is less, you see, now Morris ain’t helping So then I put it in these tracks and move on forward into hell where We can prolly be ourselves without the judging or pressing It’s it’s…I’ve made my point, this is the spot where I’m resting…no return WHAT dreams we have and how they fly Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, Of love that comes to cheer and bless; And how they wither, how they fade, The waning wealth, the jilting jade -- The fame that for a moment gleams, Then flies forever, --dreams, ah --dreams! The dreams do come the dreams do go As well as human flesh and blood It seems that we do live enclosed In what we want not what we love It’s fucked trapped within all these schemes In disappoint of what we eek I query Dunbar, you agree? That if you dream, you’re sure asleep -Plain Nigger