I'm dream baked
always thankful for my blessings
this Captain America like strenghth
not overly powerful
just witty and experienced
I think I'm delirious
too much coffee and way too many bong rips
just shooting like Rick Barry
thats more so due to the subs
basement recordings where we spit about being broke
living off of random thousands & handouts from local churches
pounds still make me blush
other work still keeps me hush
even this reference is to much
but fuck it...you only live once...right?
maybe its a thousand times
updated for the modern times.
I hope I move on
maybe to a planet made of cannibas
where all I do is harvest,bang screw
play basketball & watch anime the whole year through.
(oh wait thats what I already do) I think hate is just fear
and I think fear is just love
but I think communication and perception
fuck everything up...& maybe I'm all over the place
maybe Im right in line here
but every time I think I find myself
a new character enters the narrative...another weakness appears..another team up draws near
If I steer clear of all storms how will I know
what and when to prove?
Winning takes desire just as much as it takes knowing how to lose
knowing how to win just takes luck and lunacy...too things that are bountiful on my crew