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