It's the lazy theologianThe clumsiest poetStumbling through the poplar groveAnd doesn't even noticeThough his toes bled a littleThe bathroom's a sacred spaceIf faith is under the left nippleThat's the kingNo martin lutherYou might have seen him riding on aGreen markham scooterClutching a hewlett packard computerIndeedHe's ageless like treva throneberryI don't worship norse gods or stone fairiesAt home on a cracked iphoneAlone and hairyCasting postmodernist abra cadabraIt starts like thisDum dum dum dum dooI don't knowI thought they might have killed meSo I read the hagakureOn a very long driveFrom chicago to hereHolding viking spearsAnd I cried a lot of tearsBut you know I kept an oxbow lakeIn my thoughtful caveAnd we both thought in grayOr shadesMaybe even monochromeThis monotone is greatTo the monotonySought its own philosophyTo justify the dimples in its faceIn its faceSo we made a couple sticker packsAnd pretended we didn't hearWhen white fans said nigga fastUmmmThere's pollo in this menudoI'm the newest fellow in this group thoughAnd they're all feasting on my naïvetéI guess it's picture dayI guess it's pizza dayIf purity of heart is to will only one thingThen you have some explaining to doI can rap like the afghanI can rap like my last name was blackmanI can rap like the son of mike laddLet me take out a full page vice adThat supposes it might askIf underground hip hop was just one tight fadThis is an all seeing eye eye patchIf I might addGot many stylesThis time just tryin' to follow miloThese daysMost the timeI'm chillin' in the hollowThe sea slacksBack in high school I wanted to be abstractNot like qBut pretty coolIn my heartWas always more busy bee than moe deeLunch line headsets had me thinking yoghurt backwardsPlug in the bathysphereLake champlain is crystal clearI owe it to myself to speak freeKelly brought me green tea ice creamI could never forgetEating sushi off ten dollarsFeeling richThat was '06Then I wrote a lot of mean ****But only got love in my heartTo go along with all them sad shipsThat never cameBut that's just lifeAnd life is strangeHow do you change the way you change the way you feelRain to wash the window clearWipe away constellation atmosphereBlue lagoonMy isolationNow I'm paper plane foldingMyself into a fortuneHoping some missing ocean will find some luckMet brother question onceLife in a fishbowl leaves me floating in the punchJust trying to stay soberNever read the hagakureThink you'd loan me a copyI'm still stuck on murakamiCalvino loomingLooking down from vistas coollyThrough open windows movingGrass on sand patchMoveSwathed by red cloudsSee dead soundsDead sea snails circling metamorphosisCircling dumbly lit intellectual grumblingCircling humblyNumbly picked from keypadLike cabbage patch kidsPicked from key latchDream lee's sagged denim logo tagsWondering sullenlyWill tiger ever recover comfortablyHang heroes' heads on pillows eveMakes more humans relateMakes more human mistakesMy humanity places head next to dinner plateEat myselfWithout feeding myselfSometimes retreating inside cell wallsThe band simply plays onSittingWishing you were hereNext time you're goneJust remember to buy yourself a souvenir
souvenir (Explicit)
souvenir (Explicit)