Mango Rubicon

New bums with smooth lungs

Too strung on new gun

Lights on too strong

Calm the brain with song

Put the mood lights on

And just chill

On diced mangos

The blinds close

The grind mows

The zag fulls

Left or right?

No one knows

Which way the rotation goes

 

Can't say for sure

Mind on the floor

Diggin deep for thought I keep

In my mind I pass the time

Search for a inevitable answer

That's the soul's cancer

Unanswered questions plague the brain

Unanswered questions make my mind strain

On new lessons

Are we all equal or less than

Learned your lessons?

Don't interrupt the smoke session

Let me ask you a question

You bless them all

With just one question

Why you left them?

They ask just one question

Why you left them?

They felt less than

That's why they confused confidence with aggression

Time for a confession

Had to sell some to end my personal recession

Open for business but no we don't sell for less than

That guy you call best friend

Or maybe you're homie

He doesn't know me

Or even the people below me

assumes I'm a phonie

His girl tried to blow me

I refused but felt lonely

Listened to fucked up stories she told me

Bout you and your homies

I walked away after getting payed

I said to her "Have a nice day"

Ever freed from being a working slave

I left the crash scene and chased a dream

No one believed but I said "I'll make it you'll see"

Here I am in the same spot, like previously

Only I got better weed and a will to succeed

Only I got the answer to what I need

 

They encourage us to trade in time for some monetary compensation

And I'm standing here like what happened to our dream of being spacemen

No one ever told me cosmonauts get hit on a lot but I think this right here is the twist in the plot

I spent money to get taught and learned naught, that puts a hole in free thought

 

Answer your own fate

It's time to escape?

Lay down the rhymes

Over changed lines and strange times

From stories that they swear they knew about me and you

That we both know aren't true

Two can play that game but there is only one finger and it's pointed at you

Only it isn't a finger and I'm ready to shoot

Got my words up to murdering you, pull the slide back, trigger cocked and ready to shoot

Hit my bong and scoot lessons done for today, now go get some play