On Air

Gold mines.

On that cold vibe,

telling you a story that’s told like,

it’s heaven and it’s glory but it’s more like,

in hell and it is gory and it’s sore blind.

Better than be holy, metamorph like

a serpent that is buried in my soul mind,

I know life.

Sold souls solely for the so-so life,

that’s a metaphor for what is edible, unethical, forever so

soldered to grabbing fours and ending bro’s and letting those correctional

soldiers roll you over. Soldiers roll you over. Soldiers Roll you over.

Polls takes owner ship

for the whole of your owning shit

and it’s told ov’n’over bitch,

never mold from molding lips

ignore and ignore it kid,

I know what ignorance is,

I’m more than the foreignness,

above the hate and love that states

am more than the whores on my floor

and amoring the pouring of golden bliss,

more than the broken of doors

and then soar o’ the poor and rich;

Now tour for the horoscopes for the Taurus’s, Leo’s, Cancers,

Gemini’s, answers for what is fore in my forwardness,

future is floored for the fortunate,

in the fast lane but for poor is just slowing steps.

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Chug and hurl, light a spliff.

Fuck this world, life’s a bitch.

Life’s a bitch and I’m fucking her,

fucking her and she’s liking it.

Giving me head – that’s enlightenment.

Killing me dead, that’s the price of it.

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Why do you only listen to the words that I speak

and my wisdom when you’re hurt in defeat?

Defeated by what is given in this world and it’s screams

that’s the birds and the bees never served you it seems,

when you tear up in your mirth and your seams.

Water works causing bursts a lot of hotter thirsts

when tear ducts clear up the dirt on your cheeks,

the worst of your grief. I said ‘Don’t, homie, please’;

when I gave the advice, trying to save you a night

of tears that’ll fall and I hate when we fight, you just hate when I’m right.

To steer you from all states of the mind that’s weight will win wise,

and no Budweiser than your pain, you think it’s a place to despise

but it’s your fault to fall into then call for God’s Sake to be wide.

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Choices rejoice when

the voice’s words annoyed when heard are enjoyed observed

but are anointed to be poisoned when the points aren’t served,

girls and boys are in hurt, and destroyed with my mirth,

annoyed you can’t learn.

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Chug and hurl, light a spliff.

Fuck this world, life’s a bitch.

Life’s a bitch and I’m fucking her,

fucking her and she’s liking it.

Giving me head – that’s enlightenment.

Killing me dead, that’s the price of it.

Price of this is the type of bliss

that’s sending me lead and I’m biting it,

end up writing it literally man

that’s the height of it and I’m high off it.

On air, impaired,

unfair, I care,

up here, appear,

ensnared, with flares,

then scare, all fears,

a way, I dare,

to fly, to die,

tonight. That clear?