Why? - A Sky For Shoeing Horses Under lyrics

Rain goes perfect with a Nosdam mixtape. The last streetlights stay on well after dawn. Kings fall to fawns-- He dropped the needle, let the song say it. The kind of morgue with a gong to tell you when; but the room's rules bend and the staff will make you laugh. My dad wore this face in old photographs. Calico cats out stare me from behind a junkyard fence. High on Khat, I let my stare go soft, but pretend it's not. When I'm eyed, I tongue my bottom teeth and look at the sidewalk in front of me as my tennis shoes go in and out of the frame. Another sleuth-fooled empty 'Y' walking on goose eggs in the mission swap-meet, brown, '31', fishnet hat co*ked to the right. I only played chess once in my life, and I lost. Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under. Looks like a good sky to die under.