an open window...

let the consciousness go again/ 

flow with the wind and strive for universal livin/

feelin gifted but my mind’s still in shackles/

hopin for my ex girl to re-draw my name from the raffle/

baffled by my own wits, zonin into my own shift/

not the graveyard, more like zombieland in the daytime/

wierd scenery but i kick it all the days just fine/

finding that i really do need some some planning/

some structure in my life before i’m left alone standing/

manning the ship the ship like a captain who quit/

i just wanna sail the seas, this business shit just ain’t for me/

formerly known as the kid with the illest logic/

now i spread pollen to illuminate their optics/

see me now? best believe i’m on the prowl/

jaguar hunter in the depths of night/

sam fischer status with the sneak fool get it right/

i might be the oddest emcee you’ve ever laid eyes on/

just make sure your third pupil’s dialated or i’ll strangle your mental like a python.

i thought i knew what love was, but really i was just punch drunk/

punkin out hard now feelin scarred by the past i marred badly/

full contact, no pads B, now my brains bruised and battered BE/

yond repair, over yonder went my cares for goals/

slowed my roll way too much now it’s hard to unfold/

new plans, man my shit’s too crumpled up/

stumblin fucked up towards oblivion/

givin in too much to the tempation that surrounds me/

used to spit profound now i feel slightly drowned in my own pool of madness/

life seepin over the top of the sewer drans, polluted is how i manouver through the mental pains/

help me gain somethin. I promise i’ll refrain from placing pain on your brain too/

strivin towards sustainable but sometimes stability seems unattainable/

i owe money to the people who love me most, still blowin dro now the clouds just surround my hope/

i wish she would come back, i could summon my old self from the dungeon

in fact, i could write a whole new narrative if she’d dare to give me her whole heart once again/

i know it depends on a lot, but i could stop spendin guap on raindrops of deadlyness/ 

stop the thunderstorm and turn it to a friendly mess/ 

of love, clothes scattered across the bedroom floor/

i just want to hold her and hear the things she said before.