V1: Politicking timebomb, cro magnon ions-- Age-old truths that we distort and then rely on-- Pious pythons prey on veins of doubt While the whole of humankind tries to work it out. Words and shouts! All maneuvers evasive; Hate so contagious, the traits of the ancients, And clout we’ve saved for the forward-- All else reported, twisted contorted: Prechorus: The pomp and their war words, The stomp of the poorest, The rich who ignore it, A justice retort denied! Run and hide to a place That is in my mind... Chorus: There’s a place that I’d like to go Where the sun sets fast and the night moves slow; A frame of mind in a frequency, Where the rhythm of life rolls naturally. There’s a place that I’d like to know Where heaven and hell are stories untold; A humankind with no history, Where the place you are’s the place to be. (There’s a place that is in my mind,) (There’s a place that is in my mind)-- V2: Apocalypse pursed tightly, gamma bursts brightly The smell of chaos in the morn--so inviting, Tepid typing topples time itself While hellacious hominids harbor all the health Crime and wealth, both genres rejected Hate gets collected, the vie for invective Leaves clout; the politically untoward Backwards and forwards, the horror! The horror! Prechorus: The pomp and their war words, The stomp of the poorest, The rich who ignore it, A justice retort denied! Run and hide to a place That is in my mind... Chorus: There’s a place that I’d like to go Where the sun sets fast and the night moves slow; A frame of mind in a frequency, Where the rhythm of life rolls naturally. There’s a place that I’d like to know Where heaven and hell are stories untold; A humankind with no history, Where the place you are’s the place to be. There’s a place that I’d like to go… There’s a place that I’d like to know...

Drip V1: A new day, a new moon; a new answer to the question, “Why?” A lunar vagabond trekking European skies So impolite in my more selfish day Pray collusion with the moss, persuade the rock remains This intrepid traveller, in tune with ancient battlers... Archimedes’ treatise; heat the seas become the addler The King Rattler: D.J.C. J.D. Salinger Kairos and catharsis in an inequivalent caliber… Mark your calendar--a challenger approaches, A vascular ambassador puts atmosphere in focus-- Clarity in doses… oh, psychosis free-form! Meiosis, apoptosis--oh, it’s hopeless just to be born! Diagnosis: be warned; we form opinions… We form societies, we form religions… We form the reform! We ignore the prisons! Be more or bleed more before the end is. (Be more or bleed more before the end is…) V2: Well right here is my playground, my words have had to stay bound See lyrically, empirically, I’m seriously très wound Feverishly make sounds--devilishly disheveled-- Yeah, apathy’s a path for me--god damn, we’re all rebels God damn, we’re all pebbles even if we’re all stoned! God damn--she got me thinkin’ that her mind is her own. No--I ain’t your keeper. No hands held... Take hypocrisy and honesty and I’m a nice meld. Now process, digest, pick the fruit at its ripest Stay steady, the tide must not just aim at the righteous The wicked, the peace--the victory has ceased The rise of the yeast, but you can’t cage the beast When discerned from the burden, the curtain of certain, Ambitious discouraged, the courage to flourish Must not be impaired--the words of resurgence Must not be prepared--be cautious of the urgent. (Always be cautious of the urgent...)

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on Yeah, ha-ha Finally, someone let me out of my cage Now time for me is nothing 'cause I'm counting no age Now I couldn't be there Now you shouldn't be scared I'm good at repairs And I'm under each snare Intangible Bet you didn't think so I command you to Panoramic view Look, I'll make it all manageable Pick and choose Sit and lose All you different crews Chicks and dudes Who you think is really kickin' tunes? Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube Like you lit the fuse You think it's fictional? Mystical? Maybe Spiritual Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy Lifeless To those the definition for what life is Priceless To you because I put you on the hype shit You like it? Gun smokin' righteous with one toke You're psychic among those Possess you with one go I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future (that's right) is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on The essence, the basics Without, did you make it? Allow me to make this Child-like in nature Rhythm You have it or you don't, that's a fallacy I'm in them Every sprouting tree Every child of peace Every cloud and sea You see with your eyes I see destruction and demise (that's right) Corruption in disguise From this fuckin' enterprise Now I'm sucked into your lies Through Russel, not his muscles but percussion he provides For me as a guide Y'all can see me now 'cause you don't see with your eye You perceive with your mind That's the inner So I'ma stick around with Russ' and be a mentor Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember where the thought is I brought all this So you can survive when law is lawless (right here) Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead No squealing, remember that it's all in your head I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long My future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on

Half Pages V1: I got nothin’; empty, empty lovin’. I sit and write forced, antiquated songs hummin’... I’m at the end of the rope my wits were tied to; I died to the idea that I died too... I dyed through: my colors bled. Irrational consumption inside my head; I start Half pages: make empty promises. If words are metaphors, then what defines what honest is? My apologist needs to do some writing— I’m too busy tryin’ to figure out the right thing, And rhyming?! There goes the neighborhood! Why strive for greatness when subpar is good? Chorus: Mediocre lines going through my head I just don’t give a fuck Don’t walk away when it’s time to stay I just don’t give a fuck V2: Now here’s something: an inkling of lovin’ Hit hard 16, feel my heartbeat thumpin’ Ironic consumption’s the deal we strive for Take but make nothing’s a deal to die for— A season, a phase; the fog through the haze; And there’s a reason for night and day. The kiln and the clay, no answers just ways, And who knows? We might find it in a page; With a burst of verses, all writ with purpose, The calm become incredible and burst the nervous. The first to flourish, who curse lip service The buoyant, clairvoyant, mixed with hip-hop pureness... Chorus: Mediocre lines going through my head I just don’t give a fuck Don’t walk away when it’s time to stay I just don’t give a fuck

Time Has Flown V1: Time has flown, and I’m leaving home It’s hard to crack a smile. Fireworks when I return, But I’m gone for quite a while… I’m sinking low, why do I go Chasing all my fears? If I come back, and you are gone, Well I’d think of you for years… Chorus: I swear, I’m running around here! Take care while I’m running around here... I swear, I’m running around here! And I swear… V2: Take me back to outer space A taste of what awaits. And I sink as we begin to rise, And in a blink the illusion dies, And then I think I’m headed towards the skies... I’m on the brink of catastrophic highs! And I’ll rest when I’m dead! This is the hour of lead, But don’t let it go to your head... Chorus: I swear, I’m running around here! And take care while I’m running around here... I swear, I’m running around here! And I swear… (Solo) Chorus: I swear, I’m running around here! Take care while I’m running around here... I swear, I’m running around here! And I swear…