Tell me why when I look at the night stars
I find myself all alone, stuck on Mars
Ground control applauds, then loses its marbles
Sometimes you better off believing in mirage
How can you live without gauze? Grace to fall back on, but who invited us to be God?
Who to put the blame on? Would you care to string a theory along?
If you met your maker, would you settle qualms?
Or get up in arms about the way the weight of the world stopped your plans from ever lifting off?
Don’t let your guard go across the crosswalk without looking
You could die by the most diabolical laws, universal flaws and curve balls
Life without cause is no life at all
To collect one is a long shot, but shit, that’s the money ball
The old methods of external reflection have all become all defective
Insurrections are institutional corrections
Sometimes the wrong turn can paint the right direction
Postmodern postmortem, apologies for the interjection

Swing time, peace to the divine
Arrive at the vine in the midst of crunch time
Pick your brain to get the entire fruits of the mind
If you polluted, it’s all rind
I’m tired like I’ve been awake for the entirety of all time
Supply mental means of many kinds
Metal grinds, that’s American Pie
Hindsight costs a couple dimes
Winds can loosen ties
The berth between death and heaven is wide
When I slide by, take my epilogue for a drive and tell me if it still really rides
Step outside post-shift, release the capital grip that’s tightened on your wrist
Sometimes you gotta kneel to withstand shit
What’s the wing span of your bandwidth?
What’s your plan in relation the expiration on this trip?
If reality’s a blip, then why aren’t I allowed to have a single fuckin slip?
When I step up to the stairway, I’ll be pleased to make your acquaintance
Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick--I got no long-winded statement to present
Or observations that haven’t already been said
We make it and we lay in it, problem’s are earth-led
Take that off of your chest and place in dirt bed

/

Give a little get a little
No knowledge is ever off limits to any visitor
No middle man ever hits it right in the dead center
You gotta be up close and personal to feel this kind of movement on the needle
Feel the sunlight, face the music, I find it feeds my soul, son you hear the whistle?
That’s doom dismissal
Believe it or not, I like to idle between where the bone meets the tissue
Who’s really in the details?
Here’s hoping you really on the right path and not getting derailed
True peace is rare, in the end, fuck it I need some equilibrium
Yo I’ll tell you bruh, sometimes all you need is to hear is words soft as a lover’s touch or as jagged as the cliff on which you gotta clutch
Yo that’s tough
Ayo be scared, son, be very scared
Be scared, yo, be very scared
Be aware that what’s out there is out to get you