Strange dreams in between two blunts

Blunt perception of reality two guns

Two hands

Two thoughts

Constant opposition

Yearning for synchronicity

Reality based on other perceptions fantasies

Something of something

Constant derivatives

Deliver the flow

He live in the flow

Me believe in the flow

Me jump from it

I’m scared of the flow

The only thing I know

Is where it start

The end is a vague idea

And trust makes the engine thrust

Velocity rapturing

Meaning into the fabric of reality

Just a fossil used to drive the mass

To insanity

Clarity in the clouds

The foul stench of comfort still makes the hair stand up on their back

To the old ways

No plays

Without a villain

And a goal

Set yours accordingly

Loathe what you have to

Load what you have to

Get to streets and let em have it

And when the sun finally settles

We will burn the past and

Let the present battle

Get it or don’t

Trust your gut

Get the fuck out of your own way

And start