i assemble and reassemble all the words to make your body tremble trip the words off my lips the drum hit makes you move your hips curl my back hard and release it. got life and bullshit twisted tighter than a sailor's knot. i'm watching them cooking up their shots shit son that would hit the spot you know i'm only smoking pot now my mind wanders off sometimes you know... ah shit i forgot. so where was i? the part where the artist tries to teach a lesson to the audience? how do you think i'm doing without a bottle beneath my chin? all i know with confidence is that i'm working as hard as i can slaying buds like a trained assassin at least i have passion. one black cat balled up beneath me on the couch and all my stuff is compact-able into a small size truck i'm hoping i can keep it together long enough to get down the i-5 south where the angels say "fuck the rest get down it's your glitter that litters the ground." I know where it comes from i know where you've been followed the trail of bread crumbs since i was a kid and i can hear the crackers crumble when you're back stepping in it so don't try and lie about it because i'm hip to that shit. there's nothing worse like teeth cracking on pits lies are like the risk you take when eating fresh fruit off the vine. my mind can go all night all hours aware of all the signs pinching my pen humming in time spit ink in lyrics loops and chords stuck in my mind. pigma micron pens i bought to lift my spirits i'm drawing on the elevation inspiration humming loud i can feel it. masturbation a few doors down i can hear it. i'm not sick but with my skin tone i can appear it. concentration on the finer things i can fake it better than i should and i relate it to learning lies pay young. it's pretty basic.
i bike 17 miles 6 days a week you know i'm making cash money because that living ain't cheap not when it takes me one day to smoke an eighth of weed unless you're working that hustle and you've got everything you need then make that cash run the way it ought to be made got a lot of people wanting product state of jefferson grade. pull a g.b. to get fucked play guitar to get laid all the faggots in this city still trying to get paid for wearing american apparel head to toe and crusty metal kids squall until your heart bleeds cholula the next dopest hippest motherfucker nobody cooler. it's all a big joke to me so if you like the way i sing hire me. been doing this since i could count to three i play whatever key so long as the venue is free. if you know me you'll agree: fast life or small pond this music's in my blood my body and bones are just the staff and notes. i just have to let it be.