First Verse:
a single distinct meaningful element of speech to this cat
in which knowledge that he lacks
thinking on blank thoughts on paper that he’s wack
darkness sets in with wisdom of words spoken unheard
cherish them like a silver golden token
a call shouts out being observe to protect his life with these poetry of words
but it seems to be unclear
or just a little less open-minded no fear
pray to his last words that he will find it
crossing the t’s of crosses and nailing them to the dot in order to define it
dotting his dialects found to an enlistment now he’s sign it
rewound that last word falling into oblivion feel it mon demons leading ons too strong
what’s wrong
screw it never mind
on going on
I’m moving on
if it’s on then it’s on
now he’s addicted to cocaine stuck on the huka bong
half dead overfed narrow mind dead
turn in approach watch out cause he’s running on red
