Now who saw it coming, finger tips running through the back of her head
in the mouth of the earth, pure pleasure
my children, the grateful dead
rock songs crack dreams fiends live on heron can you spare some
change is what they ask for, i ask more like for foresight before fights,
suiting up cause its cold in toronto lord, watch over me
though i wield the elements like a monk or a mage
im just an honest man calling shit what it is
in the chest of the living carry the flame
living in the ice age the apocalypse prevented by man
made machines and concrete platforms fucking with the karma till its back and its sand, reminiscing on snakes and hoes, jewels is froze, i step with holy rocks on my chest exposed, rubies and embryos, quartz dna structure, karma sutra war tactics in the hood where books and brain cells dry out in this chemical warfare, and welfare, they fucking us so we fuck girls for kicks run trains on chicks flip game to taint another mothers daughter before she a mother scorned from our lovers split like illegal cable but the signal aint strong enough on our digressions from the heavens
taking the easy way out, pretending this never ending struggle comes with a full ration of doubt, shit is just as unstable as when i got my name, cats lives passing quickly like fables playing their games, switch tables with hands underneath, so much is spoken outside of the dream speech, that is to say, the landscape shift dynamically when we're awake, and while we sleep and our souls go to the unspoken land that the earths energies create, back again rising like mushrooms that can trigger vision in those ready to see it, sticking up for the sake of our seeds freedom, we turn on the axis and facts is washed away just like the islands, while the rich take birth control the earth got other ways to do what you wish for

even if your denying it