a parachute and a pair of shoes, we're goners we gotta go? I'ma do the honors. where to start? shit's a knifethrow, blindfold, shakey like I’m 80 crazy with the maybes but I'm done with cautious once a wise old man told me only time told now my time's a little closer to over, and I'm sold the wisdom of the wizened he said kid, you gon be the victim and the villain, that's living, it's a rhythm just a blink in infinity then all is forgiven an immense landscape of events intense, random and happen in tandem a little too on cue, like somebody planned em meanwhile we all dash into the chasm looming, unassuming, dragging our ass in they say the game don't change, only the players it don't change but it change us.. the storm chaser Khomeini tried to pop me, Kadafi tried to off me now they both RIP, all apologies quake tried to break me, Katrina tried to put me in the lake she's in the past, three cheers for the escapee LA put a gun to my head, it touched me, Aldous Huxley in a brave new world suddenly the luxury of peace of mind evaporated in front of me peace left years before, the gun put it bluntly like getting ran out your homeland, rushed me, got Salman Rushdied to our adopted country, sole custody break it, you buy it like nine million black and latin middle eastern and koreans in LA, it's a riot head to the curb and bite it, yeah that's all sport eses shaving their heads in the handball court drugs is their bloodline and oil is mine we're just boats in the ocean, floating with the tide left NY a week before the towers came down Turkey just before them bombs blew, heard it was the same sound the world's a crime scene, we're living in the evidence blame that god of vengeance the reverends keep mentioning human beings stay forgetting and it’s a blessing all we gotta do is get through the next two seconds running hard as time gnaws at our facades the storm chaser, the pouring rain is my applause.

the weight of the world weighing on my brain in pain, I've been paying since my first name what's the saying? life's a bitch, nah, it's what you make it, nah it is what it is, that's my statement put the world in a word? I would have to say patience and we wonder why we call them patients everything was a game and now all you got's the doc and this clock I think the metaphor is heaven's door knock and listen for some /kinda echo back but I heard it's just black don't tell me that, tell me you saw paradise, clear blue skies tell me you saw Christ, tell me lies we got spies but the ones who know for sure switched sides and reside somewhere out there, and left us all down here we're living in dead folk’s dreams, in between what they’ve seen is obscene, and its coming for us too till then, may your glass always be half full Its been easy livin and I ain't scared to die. now that's a lie. never was carefree, G, never me only social when my cup's full, liquor calms the beast but it brings another one out, so I live between demons look close at my face and you can see em like lesions don't claim no allegiance to no prince or no regents no religion or no regions, no rhyme or no reasons that line in the sand's deceiving, it blows out with the seasons so I change with the wind, we stay in agreeance been waiting for these winds to ease up but if I wait any longer I'm gonna freeze up, so ante up, we up them variables'll bury you, you let em, so forget em just pay no attention to the tension, not a mention life's layers, none disappear each new one push the old ones deeper till death gives you a breather and I ain't eager to see St Peter so tell his ass I'ma see ya when I see ya, not a second too soon neither peace to Sam Cooke, all the soul singers couldn't have seen all the trouble this life'd bring ya laughed when kids sang their carols, staying straight and narrow ain't know we'd pay for our curious nature apples fall close to the tree, I see, swore my dad'd never be me now here I am, an exile in myself, lock and key but this cage here, I made it, it's some shit I created and all I gotta do to break it is believe I'm free that's the trick ain't it, the only one that matters till I figure it out, fall back, cuz I got my own madness in this world of blackadders and ladders, then lights out why you acting like you know what happens? why doubt? eight tenths of this don't make sense, but that's belief though believe and it becomes real, that's all you need to know.

hand on the steering wheel, Caribbean style drunk driving off a refill, what y'all tryna keep real 2012 new car smell, life's still ill triumph of the steel will, time will reveal on this ball with the rest of yall and can't call it alcohol, trip and fall, call it an alcoholic lil balls, lil brawls, always over wallets bleed greed, stitch yourself back up and get on with it song lyrics inspired by the Brooklyn Bridge hundred of us on a train, out the window, just looking it's a goddamn beast, what all of it, we just leasing, and it stays a beast until our lease up don't freeze up, I seen cats delirious, you taking this too serious I'm talking bout me, yup don't know where we're going, or why we came maybe we're just daydreams in God's brain, man I'm saying I just do me, duly, and hope it's noted keep my motto - don't trip - and try to stay up off that broke shit I'm Ron Paul, in it for the long haul, doctor on call and for the encore, one last long score at the deli on that pork belly, french roll on the celly at the telly, one night paid, take my life to go all he had's a doggie bag, gave up his pad flew to a new town, walked from the airport, fuck a cab white hairs falling out, walk it out cold weather's whatevers I got leathers stroll through the snow thoughts pushing levers they tell us that pressures turn a rock precious so I try to take my pain sober hoping it registers meditation or medication, a shot of Jameson a shot aint doin naything, what we chasing? you ain't chasing, you running like you seen Jason and running in place until you turn around and face him the pace hastens, wondering where did I go it's vitiligo, I'm somebody I don't recognize profile of an old child exhausted from screwing myself, I'm off it - fingers crossed of course. I came to find my people, where y'all at I came to thread the needle and sew shit up for real I can feel success' breath on me got me wired like a couple bags of meth on me, real SOB every time she gets close she flips and leaves me left lonely not this time, I'm acting right, I packed light nothing to lose but time, the only currency that worries me you hesitate a second late? might never get a second break you take your chances and this next dance is dedicated to all my shit that failed hope my ship ain't sailed and if it did, let me get on as a stowaway this life is a poker game, you play your cards and you don’t complain would if I could, but I don't know my lane fate got plans for me but I got my own, y'all gon know my name.

(Malky) The world, chico, and everything in it I wanna see it, change it, and change mine my peoples, I'll see yall in a minute if I wanna make moves I gotta make time and if you love me you’ll take the bottle away from me turn around and start walking away from me 'cuz I’m trying to be major league and standing here shooting the shit ain’t making me the top spot’s empty and I’m here for the vacancy yall rappers is fucking up majorly you know when a greasy haired bastard like me get a shot at it everything’s ass backwards and wouldn’t have it any other way and this couldn’t happen any day but today so whaddayasay we turn it up a notch burning hot, bourbon or scotch forget what I said man I got this, watch Time's precious I move fast, break shit then say eff it and live through the wreckage I spit that one two check it quick like melons get split two-time felons bailing straight off the bricks the feds got case and they making it stick always them bigmouth pelicans with the skeletons cops is elephants, ain’t forgetting shit and they just caught you with ya pants down, taking yo shit live and let live, how I finesse this I got perspective cuz I'm perceptive a motherfucker that loves what he does so everything he does is a plus for us so I’ma do what I do well, drop these jewels hustle tooth and nail, ice skate through hell just to change the game, look back when we're grey with canes and just laugh at how far we came I'm bout to go for what I know. (Sum) I'm from a family of fighters, a dynasty of providers, my priorities gon land me in gotham city asylum I'm morpheus on opiates crawlin across the ceilin My catalogue an orphanage of prodigal children I fought for what I got and pawned it when I needed dough Money grow on trees ya know, dependin on the seeds you sow each season mo greenbacks on my vine and such Branches heavy, damn its ready, pluck it when its ripe enough Fuckin with the midas touch vesuvius just might erupt and I can just light em up with that fire dust and tidy up Desperado in nevada on a stallion named survival fuck machismo and bravado swallow pride like holy water Used to be concerned with how folks who don't know me saw me Then I got preoccupied with how they music faulty But the muses called me, told me that was paltry Sorceror's and parlor tricks don't mix and if they do its costly You got work to do fool these kids aint got no legend to be bigger than life for years you must go undetected Watch the cycle of fame and entertainment unaffected One day you'll be sicker than em all but you'll be uninfected.... We timeless just reminders to my homies Malky The Milky Way to Omni and the homies all round me Be who you are, be visionary in the face of peril spirits age like Episcopalian whiskey barrels hungry in my 20s, thirsty in my 30s futuristic in my 40s with the shorties gunnin for me When they get formula I'll be in mongolia travelin astrally with the alchemy of euphoria Thankfully I'm a warrior obsessed with preparation Over money, over fame and over reputation Cuz what we got ahead is bigger than your fear of dying So ask me once again why I'm rhymin...

Palms, California, brought to ya by big bad Los Angeles 405 north or the 10 west'll get you there if you got a hour to spare traffic stays backed up to the pier, you hear clear shot down Venice, drag race past Woodbine Park, where Snoop Dogg caught his murder case where we hung in the day, bumping that purple tape back when Milx used to live on Regent Place BLX crew creates out the crates, six cats, a four -track, one take yeah, we them cats that had that one tape you bumped four years straight with no fucking break fools know the MO and can't hate we do our own thing and that's about to be your thing, just wait Palms, California, brought to ya by big bad Los Angeles throw up ya handkerchiefs, I'm worldwide, grab your atlases but when you wanna come see me you know where the palace is and I'm the landlord here, fuck the managers need somewhere to crash or live? get at us we been running every unit since this spot was run by old school Crips with shot glasses and yak in their tool kits my folks is in the walls like the roaches every apt a party, buenos noches lifestyles of the almost homeless word to Jesse in the parking lot sleeping in a Focus run the shit like The Carter slash Godfather with palm trees larger than Jakarta's might look like a vacation, but everyone's job one is maintaining, I ain't playing. Palms you heard? some dude dropped dead in front of the market my sister's truck got boosted front of the apartment the new building owners trying to start shit just got back from the fucking housing department had to bail a neighbor out, didn't want to but I did had her handcuffed in front of her kids Mrs Brown stays in dialysis, woe is me her grandson with the all-blue truck got bucked off Normandie few folks walking outta Saints getting shot and the SWAT team just dropped on Mexican block some cat tried to jack Radio Shack cops caught him by the donut shop, he pulled gat, fade to black RIP Monica Beresford, strangled by her husband, everyone on Venice heard the people downstairs just got a bad call I heard screaming, and now half of Pakistan's down there and there ain't no fuckin money out here every store window says for sale, Cali's on the rails making rent is hell and in the end half the homeys had to move, yeah, I'm saving ya mail don't know how long I'll stay around fingers crossed my lady takes me back and we can move outta town everybody here's on their way somewhere else but here's where some of us found ourselves.. Palms

we working this Cali, moving through the valley the homeys got hungry, hit the drive-thru Rallys the sun beats down on a one street town I know a chick who lives about one street down we on the porch sat in dirty chairs, birdies chirp, smoke's in the air them hills burn up every year flashbacks of driving by the Getty with ash raining down like confetti the freeway unfolding like a scene outta Ronin and I'm just zoning, hours fly by the moment that I get where I'm going i'm over it the journey not the destination, that's my high if you want a nice drive, skip the 5 take the 101 to the PCH and just slide the road's hard to follow but that's life you don't mind getting lost, right? this ain't no LA, no Bay, no Diego Winnebago country, yayo in the humvee city cats getting rich off rubes now Fontana gone gangsta, check your evening news Palmdale's still a hard sell, hot as hell sand and concrete and no one can hear you yell but for six bills a month you can live like a king amongst strippers, meth labs and witness protection check them ol Westerns, cowboys, thieves all the crooks fleed the east for the side the sun sets in folks with the two-car garages and office grandfathers was bank robbers and mobsters we got modern-day sharecroppers for the marijuanas kinky-haired rastas selling shit to scared doctors but coppers don't care, they just want their share off us we coming back in August, them Cali sagas when you can't go back home when you make a mess and you can't make amends, that's a no when everything reminds you of some pain and you wish every day could be mundane as a Monday when you wake up one morning and you don't feel so cool and you wish you could go somewhere that nobody knows you throw your faults in a vault, double-lock bolt, kiss your necklace and hit the endless stretches of Cali for a new residence not too far south them Mexicans got it bad as Baghdad just to sell you a bag of that flowing through the borders, they're porous Juarez where the war is, the poorest, ain't too many tourists we in the boonies where they test missiles nights we lay back and just listen to the phone lines sizzle safe out the way where the world'll let me be where it's just me and my memories.. Cali

(Abnormal) my muscles tense up when my sixth sense signal solid rock, travel like a ripple conqueror, make the difficult simple, you talk shit, we solve riddle in the middle of the night I meditate on when to take arms, remain calm when I peep danger in the deep sleep chamber shape changer, brain-dead mic strangler some fall vic, can't handle it, start panhandling, 6th and Los Angeles hot damn, here we go again pop, pen drop put your daughter in a headlock booming and ya booming in your speakers sneaky nightcreeper with the black Nike sneaker open left palm over closed right fist, night shit heavy eyelid ninja life shit pain's just paint on the pallet, I refrain from putting taint in my talent too many questions be answering while Mr President busy gerrymandering one sick bone to pick, motherfuckers cold flip on the ownership I'm like a crocodile hunter when them gators snap and don't associate with no snakes and rats (Malky) $20 shorts, quart of Johnny in my cell pocket things get boring, I cop a swig and keep rocking hovercraft style, Astro, in flash mode, Van Gogh with the bango Durango to Vine to Gramercy, lemme see them hands go I don't bang yo, as the gun trains on me, toe to head to toe, real slowly this is K-Town, you up on our playground minutes later, shots, everybody lay down single mom washing her kids on the fifth floor what you tripping for? man, sixth floor, sixth door saw her at the corner store, my type eyes like she wanna share a High Life and if her mind right, Hawaii for Mai Tais, I'm going high rise lights fly in the night sky, a breeze hits the leaves the crowd was pleased and breathed, relieved ten minutes from the finish and gathering speed me driving, B passenger, rolling a bleed (Blvme) these haters falling in the snakepit, my weapons are all makeshift I'm coming for the pretty boys who need a facelift the most dangerous trio, we need no introduction we just walk in busting like the big guy, I'm in your wife's fish pie oh, did I offend? well wsup then? used to dream about pushing a deluxe Benz fuck friends, you either fam or associates life's too short, I'm gonna make the most of it till it's over with, bring out the Dobermans on the heist I'm like Daniel Ocean empty out the whole vault and now we're coasting the b-girls, front seat giving blue brains that's how we do things, had to get a new name they call me ice truck, cuz I truck ice and shake it down like I brung my good luck dice I'm metaphysical, I touch all chakras I paint the town, just me and the Doctor you know the G code, it go lock and load and lick a shot bright enough to light the cosmos (Sum) Four in the morning, sore from performing a 44 move tiger form George Foreman eyes when he hit his prime, check my spine in the bathroom mirror Insomnia's my mistress, I hear her so long as the lone wolf inside me promotes it's agenda the hunger pangs continue i have no addendum but end em send em away by the end of the day end of the referendum so looks like another night to train in the apartment assaulted by album titles and song concepts siftin through verses between sets of pushups and stretches restless as a fetish embedded impeccable discipline not on planet earth absent minded author rhyming harder blinded by the possibilities and et cetera still writing bars in the morning while you gettin up (Chris) beloved Crag and Ab and then add Sum and Swish and convert that three-piece to a four-fifth I'm nice with it, first time I knew it almost ain't get on the shit, but James said do it so.. u know I be floating by with a potent eye, quoting myself and my brothers but vital information, it ain't for others, you know then keep it low, under them covers from jackrabbit slim cats, they nosey money thinks he knows me, thinks my life's rosy just cuz a nigga always posted where the hoes be word, I hit the spot, I'm Max Julian, she chose me a little bit of glitter, bag something then I bounce with her remember when I used to sound bitter I was fucked up, I used to murder your couch and bring mad bad energy inside of your house I used to hate that, but there was little that I could do it was what I was going through. but that was then though nowadays yo we killing that feeling still stressed out, but we good, brother, we chillin.

to my second home, hold tight while I find my first LA, no love lost, people don't know your worth but you can't take a second for granted on this earth hope the Big One don't hit and interrupt this verse my mind's eye hover like a chopper past your high rise over concrete streets and drivebys night skies illuminated by the lights of the fives fuck your Blade Runner sci-fi, this is larger than life-size a few hundred square miles, the city's a grid it's alive, electric, and everyone's affected shit took its grip on us since we was kids and manifested in a bunch of dumb shit we did wasn't nothing new, the usual, kids wanna be cool except being cool means putting people on the news live from Hollywood, with the world taking cues now what you expect a bunch of insecure kids to do? lotta jailed killers, lotta good cats no longer with us lotta dudes did dirt now, it's just them and their mirrors villains with feelings, hoping remorse runs its course but of course it's a life sentence, grasping for penance motherfuckers found God, or they married some broad or wasting away in the yard, regardless it's hard no matter what your cards, this is it, just you and the view tell me what you see, I'll tell you about you I'll be back, believe that, where else I'ma go? man, I'm homeless -so America's where I'm at home

she got that smile again, and I’m going in got the girl laughing, you got jokes on the cell but I ain’t texting, I jot notes so one day you may end up in a song I wrote a lot of joking leaves a lot unspoken but the shit ain't broke and we ain't trying to fix it Bacardi'd up, looking for something to mix with ice, coke, coffee cups, party in the kitchen my favorite, put the shit down I'll pay for it, fuck it if I can't pay the rent that's irrelevant tonight how many folks alive yesterday are dead tonight? here's what we gonna do, let the overdraft float the cash play some Pendergrass, peep some photographs, have a smoke, a laugh you bring the sugar, I'll bring the spice and everything beyond that's just icing I got somebody, and I bet you got someone probably a hottie like you? gotta be and we both know policy, and who needs that kinda drama or karma I'm trying to live honorably, then sometimes I hit the bar and G bump some r&b, and ask myself what the harm'd be one person for you ain't true you could love all kinds and wear yourself out looking I got a good thing, she need love, you need love, I need love so why make three mistakes in one musical chairs, nobody wanna be the odd one out and nobody said the shit was fair love is a dare and everybody's aware I'ma try to play this shit square - just be prepared black boots and a rollie bag low-key, yeah, she know she bad. we at the airport waiting on my ride, she waiting on her ride but for now, me and her sharing this sidewalk eyes talking, fireworks, Guy Fawkes shit and there I am, me and my thoughts sexy lady, me and you'd have pretty babies, wavy hair, maybe, yeah we'd sail the world with a butler name Pierre, and live life laissez-faire and you'd still be fly when you eighty years then in my head I see my girl smiling she got that look in her eyes and sun's on the horizon homegirl's man pulls up, grilling me and as they ride off, she winks at me. yeah take that energy and give it to your squeeze cuz that's what I'ma do, believe.

(Sum) once upon a time in a yellow field of dreams i was smellin pine lavender apples and dandelions with my valentine watermelon rinds lemon peels lemon vines we was feelin fine built a lil kingdom with a line, compelling rhymes we was all alone on the edge of the divine wondering what happened to the time.... (Malky) OK got five minutes to finish this shit before I get clipped one minute to take this shot before my heart stop head cracked, splayed out all over the bar top got one day to make my move before I lose yeah, we was wild dudes, fuck rules but they catch up with you cuz things never were that simple got one chance to get over before it's all over, close but no cigar so cremate me tastefully, smoke a spliff and throw me off the Dover cliffs got a year to figure out my life before they hit the lights feeling like this might be where I get it right, living in spite now how to outrun the gun-paow, somehow, one blaow, I'm done now. (Sum) sawdust on the counter, goggles on my face my carpentry is so exact but i aint won no race and still i built a house while wrenchin nuts and bolts in place in the lighting thunderbolts and rain i came of age and fed my family in a famine so faithfully my watershed consequently my favorite place to be it aint a race to me, there is no time involved in fact when doin timeless things it aint no time at all we used to wax poetic after hoopin basketball hurt my wrist then nurse it with a spliff, laugh it off as if all injuries disappear eventually and everything you dream is meant to be it aint that's when young lion cubs grow a nappy mane and only focus on catchin prey in they happy lane it aint a parable, fable legend or myth the reason i exist is to spit, this is it...

(Gotham) you know I've been running for too fucking long I'm looking at em like damn, can't we all get along? bleeding on the song, see the plane that I'm on you looking at right now, I'm trying to see beyond (Malky) somewhere the sun never sets 5pm, happy hour, the day stays as good as it gets on some islands, drinking whisky from the highlands I sit quiet and she understands my silence (Gotham) I wouldn't like to, I'd motherfucking love to but what I'm gonna do? this music shit is like a drug who keep pulling me back, it's pulling me in and every time I think I'm over it it's pulling again (Malky) from a feeling you can't pin down had it and lost it, it swims around in you, wishing it would drown nature of a player, peel away the layers nothing there at all, a kid curled in a ball, took a fall (Malky) from my own dumb ass, no surprise how I fuck it up this time? no one asks, now come making changes? I done about none swearing I can outrun the outcome, I doubt that some that one thing you can't come back from it's part of you, it's a birthmark dirt got a surcharge and the learning curve's sharp you can work hard and still catch an early hearse dog that's your god, I'm rolling with my first thought (Gotham) what if I disappear? what they gonna think then? they gonna be like Yo, he couldn't handle the ink pen it ain't that, I can take the music stresses I'm sick of motherfuckin hoes, do you get the message? (Malky) people here then they disappear everywhere then they're gone, guess it's how we're geared, it's weird just love in theory, if you don't wanna be near me fuck keepin in touch, a clean cut, yeah I'm weary (Gotham) I got one more then I gotta go it's a simple way of life, money over a hoe I would like to get away if I could but I can't though that's why I'm right here in my motherfucking stance yo (Malky) bout to go Van Gogh, something gotta give no getting away, it's me I got the problem with can't look at me the same and all I feel is shame so I'm going somewhere where nobody know my damn name.

barely sleeping, nightmares every evening I'm half awake for em so every time I die I feel it something biting at me, everybody can see it it's in the details, the nails, I'm pale, frail sister walks in opening windows, air's stale as hell ok now for real though, what's the deal? no pillow, mattress or blankets, floorboards tattered, you look haggard every time we see you, you're fucking plastered, mom's had it it happens, all these people in and out now you stuck with all this baggage, them fuckers love that shit no magic tricks, just throw it all in the trash quick nothing you can salvage, this one you can't fix that or they're here to stay so I get some gloves, sleeves up and throw the last ten years away had to trash my aunt's best rug I need a drink and a shrink, prognosis: bedbugs now check the new dude in your town out of the blue no crew, no boo, it's too good to be true no straight talk, he's all loopholes and you know something ain't quite two and two, something in his mood, yo I know that too, so tell me what I'm supposed to do, though yeah, I'm still fucked up, and that shit is contagious and hanging with me probably won't do you no favors and I try to stay away, was a stranger to my neighbors but time moves slowly, a man gets lonely we're all dirty, ain't only me, so why worry? can't lay down with dogs and blame me for my fleas catch mine or someone else's, choose your disease got cured? I'm not sure, but she lays with me her sleepless nights start like clockwork and she got hurt it's not a shocker as she moves to the next one it don't take a doctor, I'll tell ya: that's bedbugs always gave folks the benefit, everyone's innocent they say doing the same thing over and over expecting things to change is the definition of ignorant that's bullshit -because every day's different we all got issues, then one day it's you everything you do you take all that shit with you dealing with your problems, it's a process think you got no skeletons cuz you trashed the closet? four months in your town then up and bounced critters showed up in the house unannounced, and I’m out stop tango and untangle pack my shit and go, it's easier to handle, my angle live it long enough and it sticks another of them alcoholics, believe me I'm taking my licks shit hit me like a text from my ex-love.. bedbugs

Walking around town - your town is my town I know your streets better than you, I'll put money down came to your city just to meet you name your time, when you free? I'ma breeze through cats like, you ain't got nowhere to be dude? nah, to be true the crib got left, the silence was driving me deaf besides I feel more at home in the ride it's like you're sitting still but you're still moving, keeps me pacified but folks broke my stride, got me waiting on naythin I hate a flaker and it ain't about the paper, I can pay for that yeah I need money but I could use the company I take it back, I'm getting comfy alone, it's where I'm at I walk one way, stop, walk another, stop just standing on a block, two steps as far as I got nowhere I wanna be, nobody I wanna see waiting for somebody and I think that someone is me Waiting for a sign, taking my time drink the vodka with the lime, time outta mind you think I'm a beast? wait till you see me sober I can't sleep, I can't eat, scheme till I keel over resigned to the grind, I'm tryna go with the flow and it's a fine line I'm tryin to toe, all I know is go sitting in the park's like sitting in the dark, can't see the trees or feel the breeze my eyes closed's what I'm told by everybody I roll with, no shit chasing some tail, I'm chasing my tail, the same old shit just waiting for it to stick, waiting for things to click I know I'm just supposed to enjoy it, it still ain't hit one day this world will put me to use till then I walk holes in my shoes and just try not to lose funny how a world of options shrinks to just two stay chasing after everything or wait for you I stick my head in bars two seconds, just checking for any pretty face testing my luck, don't want a drink I sip a 7-up, we chat, imagining what could happen both knowing how these things tend to end up but maybe she's the one, I'm thinking, each time she speaks the missing jigsaw piece to make shit all peace wanted her so bad it's funny now, being me now the fantasies of a little child gettin me riled then I said gimme success and I'll give up the rest can't be greedy with dreams, a man gets one at best but I know cats who made it and were left unimpressed meantime some pressing issues had to get jumped, express, to the front of the line so peace to family and friends, I'm fine, I'll handle it. me myself and I

sundays, taking trains, one-way, buck and change nowhere in particular, just wishing for some rain doze off, miss my stop, jump out, walkabout homey stays down the street, see what he talkin bout caught him walkin out, headed downtown, walked a couple blocks then he hits me with the pound, see ya round, got lucky I fuck with him, but I don't wanna be stuck with him ten minutes at the bar, I had enough of him, it's three thirty martini dirty, the day after, we was drinking hella early the day already burry, where were we ol girlie came from Jersey, we cruising the streets shooting the breeze, knees touching on a subway squeeze we on a journey, I guess you could say I don't know where, I don't care, not today that's ok, waste the day away, it's a Sunday we use ten percent of our brains and eight percent of our hearts time's infinite as the earth, moon, the stars here for mere years, we'll only see the tiniest parts and then our spark's blown out (blown out) and that's what I'm thinkin bout when I'm zoning out Staten Ferry hanging off the side, thinkin how all the lovers died all that soul and still fucked up inside Whitney ain't make fifty, the shit hit me that's what I'm thinkin when you look at me wondering where is he guess we must believe in an afterlife or we'd be more busy I go high, get dizzy, and fall back in ascension I lose momentum, now what you call that self-sabotage, got something against success guess I prefer camouflage like if I drop my guard it all might fly apart, so I pick the wild card guess I like life hard, the kind of story that'll make you say my God sleeping on myself just wasting my life away, like a Sunday this is what happens while you're making plans but imagine if everything went the way you planned would be a weird world, that shit don't make a man a being with limitless means a screen in our heads that plays scenes from our dreams and what surrounds is what them dreams look like on the ground cuz if it was meant to be it'd be here by now I hope I'm wrong, world, c'mon, don't let me down a lot of mine ain't turn out how I expected not in control, don't know what I expected not in control, I just gotta accept it but ain’t figured that out yet, that's some next shit a day of surprises.. what a Sunday.