“I’m skeptical of greener grass pastures passed with a glance
Promised futures fusion-danced into a timeline with an unrelated past
Chronos chrono-crossing homie-hopping at the portal point but nonetheless
I dapped up pastors at the anointment station screaming silently for patience and a new frame for an old canvas
Ushered forward towards the escape pod and jettisoned into a mutual care extravaganza
Greeted my Earth with a kiss
We don’t linger we slip into the room between the walls where every hallway is twisted to avoid death pain and sickness
Moans enriching touch, in the heat of the lust
pussy got me defying god in the name of everything I trust
The final thrust, fall through the floor, the core and out the other side of the mantle and crust
Star dust to star dust
True Masters of The Art Of Dying Well
The shadow of a bold new enigma burning sigils on my thighs
Eyes open wide in a dark room quite like drowning in the bliss of the dream
She's a piece of art, pin her against the wall
A mural in the land of understanding everything is everything
Nothing you bless others with is a gift too small
Abundance To Us All
Abundance To Us All
All I wanna do is spit onomatopoeia, slow and steady like froyo in a Beamer
How to stop mourning past versions of yourself while wilding in the sidecar riding with your feet up
luxury is a dangerous code so we rally-rally
tally-ho through the snow
Too pretentious for the mentions
Blessed tension over progressive intention
Like walking when your leg’s asleep
All great writers are thieves so I learned to be a painter instead
Half loaf of bread worth a full-loaf in pennies
Ash my blunt on the sign that says no ID no entry
Speaks like the gentry but his wallet is empty
Works of service funding food and weed aplenty while enemies fly on jet skis
But this IS my land of plenty
No sentry, no governor, clear skin & full pantry
I shovel snow off a stranger’s truck for the fuck of it not the fenty but if you ask my queen she DOES have plenty
Ain’t no gods to thank, the mortals sent me
Every teardrop worth of joy, best past the plate cause I’m collecting”