I ain't the mean mode or median joe I swapped the suede vans for spray tanned pumps on the road Don't cope Pills for seniors clean to be at the show Gamble gambits rook to h3 scrapin the stone Spot of coffee when day begin, really man From CBM to CBD I acrogym'd again 8pm lights out thats a subtle hint I had the Joey starter pack like do you need a friend? Red eyes, thats the shift not the piff keep the truth on my lip it comes round in the end Sunny side with the shades on the tip what a day what a day to be vague on a mish These grey lines between whats right and whats rich, don't want ice on the wrist but I really want my m's Not gettin high with the kids I'm the pride of the 6 and I'll die when it's written Won't be a fly in this schism Won't be a code line in your system You can't divide me, round me up, round me down I deviate from the bell cause I never did listen

It's the V E G I'm back from the bone yard Sweep these streets with a crease in my carhartt Eastern breeze got hold on me so calm Concrete nueron cold hard calculator Cable connector, whakatu collector Unbound thoughts from the eye of the inspector From Takaka hill to the ill city slow ride Still born dreams with a penny for your harddrive Read these streets as I jot upon the asphalt Accent correct when I'm coming from known road Deep, like gums when he diving Ancient diviner Abacus divider Creep Though the slum village files With a tape for your playback HDMI Blow the dust from the stylus this isn't lo fi Aye Underground find him ACC rhyming Hoppin on live streams The underpaid climber Forest green iris Scrolling through liveleak Awh He's the old city viber New city rider Never the wiser Awh The crate day hider Earthquake survivor Hand the man the bever age

sky fallin on a cloudy day knockin door to door with paperclips what you got to trade? make the sahara out of a sand pit my left foot in the past right foot in the mix how the hemisphere shift know the emissary a spooky happenstance might lead to the obituary I burn a tree no one to see so did it really happen? helis up above dumping dust upon the land I blackened not movin backwards, the flow of times a funny thing a butterfly cause of course I had to snap its wings futures off course what impressions this here hand can fling fiddle with the sands of time till fatalism makes me king I know the holy path I tread might rob me of experience some things are written in the gassy balls above the pyramids I bought a ticket to the show so imma take the ride aloof and wavey I've destiny up on my side

for times gone, time spent, time to grow have I fallen, or risen from on old plateau from belly bump to a man to an ocean throw I'm from the land down south where the willows hang low for times gone, time spent, time to grow have I fallen, or risen from on old plateau from belly bump to a man to an ocean throw I'm from the land down south where the willows hang low another notch on the wall, awe inspired tendencies the port of call, wonder why I'm always drawn to the passage of ephemeral concepts the don steps left hold the hands of the clock beat on an and on till the rhythm is gone all I want is to love but the paper is torn and in an intimate way the next moment is born in an impermanent phase my words missin' the point Like I'm a fish in a wave wondering what could be water So slow are the days but months flash and they boil And years stain me like oil And that's the nature of experience Wouldn't fill my head with unearned knowledge I don't practice what the theory is Cause magics for the curious In an unturned solace only matters what the feeling is In the end it only matters what the feeling is

Like a debt trap My interest is compounding Since she jacked me for collateral my stomach she impounded Repossessed These east streets are lonely with no compass Northern star up in my pocket, check my phone there's no circumference to this earth No shape or form to relate or relay my day to day experience na No language to explain how this point in time stretches back and bends itself through space I'm an ape with a high tech club and my back straight To the stars As I ponder her existence Put upon this purposeless pit, pity her from a distance Is her raw data worth opening terminals to love My dumb brain been eating information surely to corrupt These ones and zeros in my data space paint a pretty picture But the hardware's brittle half hearted is the scripture Half mammal, half artist is the argument she whispers So I calmly Fibonacci it's all data is this system Apologies for applying head strategies to matters of heart I guess these cynical material tendencies what I learned from the start Travelled worlds of avant garde Thought the truth was something held by the wealthy and the smart But apart from navigating structures and ideas Lungs expand, limbs retract to my side when you are near Whats a whisper in the wind? Artefacts of your endearment Where the fear leant the feet went thats everything I'm hellbent On moving through this stream of time not at a tip toeing tempo Not forgotten contemplations but an honest conversation With the faces and facades of interactions on this space ship Through the glaciers of the past my genes reflect from distant places This is payment For the project Of expansive civilisation People cut down for a concept its a contest between nations but my state is mental body is rental It's the touch of another That this fleshy form is meant for