when i rock blunt in hand the essence of my youth blasting through my chest screaming for unloveable silence when my wings flap for dizzy heights and mine spirits parses through man to man piercing darts from mattera ravish my goat hide apparel im fucked
hordes of riddles bullet through my monkey pose move my cheese bastard cause in there lies my scars mutilate my buttocks with precision I beg of you cleanse my darkest corner, 6th avenue twenty years since mandela walked seventy years since my mother first saw light of day before foolosophy embroiled the blood suckers im still fucked and my blunt's gone
eyes so bloodshot my secret is out couldn't you atleast find a further 100 hectares for Gugulethu bitches.. never thought I could touch your thoughts, the same way I touch you flattered by your applause Im candid my smile gives away my soft heart my soul stories of my upbringing tales of my suffering even through the tears I can still love you
who the hell ate my food pissed on my bed and killed my dog sporty who is this that hates me in my sleep and torments my wet dreams is that you lover - or is it the lovers of night high on prayer antidote deep in the belly of the unaroused wit lies my tomorrow to the left of it sits my past life and further down my today even when Im wrong life bows affectionately
drink the blood and eat the flesh for it was written and it was told we see it on the daily and never flinch dont ask I dont know just give me my minute of fame |