sublime

 took this trip no garden grove

smells like weed in this tweaker pad

this aint no fun keyed up lets party

got $5 and lots to unload

this shit is real this time 

if you only knew all the fun i dont have

its hard to find my soul its on the ground

its you!

its that shit thats comin soon

whats that smell its fucking bad

its your head buried under the sand

pretending im in a shitty band

estranged from my mom and dad

living like this makes me sad

saying im happy? well im not

finding out im all i got

all these things i do

the chances i blew

extra extra

 play it cool? 

shit yea right, be fallin in love in the middle of the night

night one white boy swagga and sly

emotional train wreck 

habits has i 

better not get tangled in these spider webs deep in my closet

when you telling me your name i already forgot it

shotty under pillow cause im scared of my dreams

money dollars bills and getting rich quick schemes

true talk real shit not speaking out my ass

step to the plate batter up im the screwball comin in 

im the screwball comin in

better duck (or talk that walk)

yea this screwball comin in

sorry that you saw me yet? 

screw loose 

screw lose

bitch im comin' in

mama raised no fool?

shit i wish, been perfecting fucking up and wreckin shit since day one

im a knight son, that delRyno guy

rosary left hand right holds my 9 

 tarot reading beween the lines 

im high

better not forget about me when im starving for attention

when you forget to fan my flames i turn into a catastrophe

Jesus on my necklace cause im never on my knees

mo' money, less problems steady prayin for so come correct or get off my team 

true talk 

real shit not speaking out mass asses

step to us its batter up the screwballs comin in 

we the screwballs comin in

better duck (or talk that walk)

yea the screwballs comin in

some will never get this, yet some will get it...(again and again)

screw you losers

fuck your boss

bitch we comin' in

Purr y nuh (Lion Chow)

 imma love from a distance if you continue to diss miss so dont dismiss this persistance get with this feels good feels different

say say say

 all this feeding back

black and blue lives

catching each other

by toe tags

me outside

how bout dat?

ekg lines

earthly flat

all under the sun

raisins and grapes 

con's and cop's

wrath

citizen kane

enabled 

unstable

stay in 

no  escape 

in cape

inable

land o'

censoring myself and its getting me upside-down 

eveyone wants to rule the world

have cake

zeros and twos 

vision getting blurry

like the camera showing the gun

the election already in question 

no winner 

we are done

the expiriment is over

no freedom 

in the speeches

entire terms 

trying to impeach this

has gotten so rotten

preachers speak less

no crowds 

no addresses

not sure anymore

bout states 

bout unions

looking to runes

hidden in ruins 

smoke signals

pyre plumes

sudden like doom

blue as lagoons

red and white

lunacy stay tuned

Alzheimer-proof

Musix 

in my ear,

in my dome,

in my soul,

in my bones,

on my 2phones. 

In hurricane winds,

with a tornado inbound,

whilst traveling abroad,

or in your home-town.

In stormy or fair weather,

it matters not a bit,

that shit has the power

to put you in a fit. 

Sublime or chaotic,

what you get is past legit.

The truth,

transcending all

language 

and culture.

Hitting the virgin

the same as the adulterer.

Whether 

working out,

or sitting still.

Sad

or in the zone.

Sober

or stoned,

youngster 

or grown,

the music speaks

truth.

When with friends,

family, strangers,

or most especially 

when all alone...

For here 

or to-go...

Drums

beating,

fast-like 

heart-

chords pulling,

beating

faster.

Repeating.

Repeating.

Never competing

but never

completing.

Sense of impending.

Anticipatory

&angelic-ishhhhhhhh,

Kind 

of like stings

more

like trumpets 

heralding.

Beautiful disaster.

Be it lulling,

auf wiedersehen-ick

dub-step, 

or ending with a gong,

slo-mo...

or a siren's song.

Negativity-deaf

feeding,

not defeating

eating.

We hear and adhere.

Get into it and we go. 

Again and again, 

over rainbows 

and under seas.

It gets inside 

like a disease.

Use we our ears 

to be shown

with pleasure 

without saying please.

Indeed 

music 

moves us,

as if we 

have been 

hardwired.

it would seem.

Born suggestion prone

to do what it deems.

Dance is medicine.

Singing can be too.

It took me 

far

too 

long

to

realize

these are 

the real eyes.

The connections

between 

the soundtrack 

of 

my life

and 

my actions.

How it has 

always 

been

the deciding,

that nudge.

The code that cracks.

when my heart 

feels lack.

That thing.

Known not,

no-named.

In fact

or in fiction

intuition 

submission.

Can't not.

Just.

Listen....

Life itself,

lacking music,

becomes a chore

a bore, but

add a radio 

into the mix

it ignites your 

insides.

Ask for 

an encore,

excites  'em

up sum,

if only

fer a bit. 

The good ones bite.

They grab. 

Stab and slap

It links

my memories

to the seasons 

of my life.

Its the songs

you dance to

when you wed 

her

for love of life

makes you

remember that

night,

she in white.

.

First memory shit,

like mom is over crib.

Immortal 

they are timeless,

bring us joy

like when

we was kids-ing. 

Ourselves 

the ways we

were 

and all

ways

is.

Are.

and will be.

reminding us we are alive 

its the jam you needed to hear

when the piles of shit are up to your nostrils

its the rainbow 

when courting 

its the thing you initially

connect and build upon

the right advice 

you need like that 

Canadian chick's iconic ironic

songs to sing along to

to fall asleep to 

to fuck to 

to buck up to

and say fuck it 

up too late to too

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBMVy6tQQB8

AzUcar&SPIES(anythingBUTTnigh)-IS

surrounded by beautiful women and men with money to spend the music is loud and with the funds you'll make friends the office is circular more like an egg no sex in the champange room no matter how hard you're still bound to beg these women are sirens and they call out your pockets turning them inside-out better off at home cock-in-sock-it i really enjoy these people in here im working security bravado-ing fear we all wear masks but nothing covers our faces enter at your own risk but surely bring dollars with or else reverse the paces and bring ur broke ass back from whence you cause these girls dance for money if you have to ask you cant afford here you pay for milk and honey

KSureWould♒️

i exaggerate and fluctuate so take me as im imitationating a wave and ride me out player dont hate im b breezy abbrevriated versions of my self and ill leave you waiting and the next moment cling like branch from hanging forrest gump jenny i got styles and tears like crock pots dialed in nile smiles

for tune ate

christo pher walkin' it outta myself. 

im questin' i guess. sin

sigh i am out. so sick; of this; this dis-belief-in-self. shell-o' my former-self-shelfed-opposite-of-well. mentally unhealthy and seemingly never to be wealthy. sunken, elf, shrunken. 

need a boost. im refusing to be a reduction, im envoking a fire inside. catalyst. induction. cowbells hear i. no fear. reaper here i come so -ing  knowing. im on. im on. on.