Meditating through my venting, so my poise is in my breath
Look into the eyes of fear, and then I poison it to d**h
Walking up the stairs, there's toys amid the steps
These ain't lyrics, these are beats I make with samples of the noises in my head
It's like my tongue a drum machine
My word's a fix for struggling fiends
My schemes are sublingual substances, to find a drug with these effects is impossible, but if you do then hit me up
I'll buy a bunch in bulk, and take it in until I'm sitting stuck
My subsistence is d** and it's a b**h, but it's the truth
If your judgement is "abundance is a sin", then this for you
I'm so reluctant of these judging pricks that cater to the skews
Of one's destruction
If it needs adjusting, trust it isn't you that's responsible
A a jungle that's corrupt in what it choose
My brain's a darker dungeon, but I function in it too
I swallow fungus in excess, that sh** ain't nothing new
Picking shrooms from dirt, the universe is just another room
In my house
I vacate it when I'm bored of it
Jump into that black hole of psychedelic origin
Me and life are equally proportionate, my metamorphosis level's as high as Jim Morrison's vocal chords could hit
I'm out of place, bound to base my roots in deeper outer space
Thoughts exist in sounds that no earthly humanoid's mouth can make
My shoulders hold the world, use my head as a counter weight
Even then, I'll make it up this mountain safe, count the days