God On Opiates

[00:13.79] Riding up escalators listening to soundtracks
[00:16.77] In airports train stations
[00:18.78] The sky out the window
[00:20.51] On an elevated train crossing the Potomac
[00:23.69] Or the east river a release from the city then back into the tunnels
[00:27.95] The underground open spaces
[00:29.90] Soon to be our Prairies
[00:31.62] Tokyo to Osaka a glimpse of mount Fuji
[00:34.95] Get a tease take a tease
[00:36.78] At ease with what used to be
[00:41.00] Listening to Tom York while reading Fred Moten
[00:44.52] Should be Arthur Russell
[00:46.54] No I didn’t say Monk
[00:47.50] But Monk will permeate
[00:49.19] Marinate then meditate
[00:50.82] On interstellar space
[00:52.55] Alice chemtrails traced
[00:55.18] Traversed currently by Sorrey
[00:57.26] I tried art crit lit as a eulogy
[00:59.50] Yeah I failed miserably
[01:01.16] Took it back to the subway
[01:03.14] Earbuds don’t fit me
[01:05.03] See soundtracks reverberate
[01:06.70] Regurgitate non fiction
[01:08.17] Till the material is fiction
[01:10.18] Like the truth from a shaman
[01:12.52] Start the countdown
[01:13.51] The race is in position
[01:15.26] Launch
[01:22.30] Blue jeans, brown shoes and very white t-shirt
[01:26.62] Everything remains simply the same but now my feet hurt
[01:30.08] Not twenty four seven but I’m still trying to be on it
[01:33.18] Just look in the mirror you’ll see a whole new adonis
[01:36.51] With sky blue, plum and a deep dark vermilllion
[01:40.06] Thinking in colour like the other half gazillion
[01:43.68] Pleasantries momentarily being heavily influenced by me...
[01:48.57] I paint graffiti on walls as a statement of rebellion
[01:53.85] The Brexit bystanders ending up as sheer carrion
[01:57.28] Having a two man red hoodie as my alternative angle
[02:00.57] I wrangle my way through these political mangroves
[02:03.87] This is just far too fantastic!
[02:07.45] Tantric mantras keeping the classics elastic
[02:11.07] Bombastic Britonians eating hot chicken shaslik
[02:14.91] And there we have it
[02:18.56] You reap exactly whatever you sow
[02:24.99] Karmas a bitch bro
[02:31.55] Eye am with Withdrawal
[02:33.28] Pit’s sprawl= cliff’s fall= tripped calls
[02:38.27] “Yo, that order’s tall-”
[02:39.84] “U sniff, Eye snarl…”
[02:41.66] Border wall= Up in that Northern brawl
[02:45.15] With them Southern shawls draped over
[02:47.36] Shoulders older than Lucy’s great grand’
[02:50.49] You make plans, we break ‘Klans
[02:52.51] Palm readers still shake hands
[02:55.20] “Sit down, Rap!”
[02:56.57] “-Eye’m young with It, no Freud
[02:58.69] They so ‘groid, the voice stay ex-androids-”
[03:02.08] Now Sophia mackin’-
[03:03.61] Whatever the Sagrada Familia’s lackin’ is bound to happen
[03:06.88] “-Yo, Eye used to cry Saturn
[03:08.96] Now Eye be downin’ them Black & Tans
[03:11.77] When Eye’m the old man that Eye used to be then- no greys/graze”
[03:15.71] Dodge strays, Plymouth serve trays/Trey’s 113th street endless= Malcolm Little gimmicks
[03:23.20] Granny’s Texas grimace
[03:24.57] Tin Pan Alley men in gowns= Washboard Rap water-boardin’
[03:29.44] Pisces ex-wife, still borin’
[03:31.61] “You know, Neitzche’s dead & God’s still snorin.”
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