cant think cant breath
painting with my brush with all these leaves
got a gallon of thought got a bit of jet spray
i prey for the day when this makes sense
i try and write up my conscious
a drippled thought, wrote up on,
what little we got, we've broke from
each little thought, please hold them
its all we've got when we've lost the time
I'm loosing track, its hard to speak and stay on rap
when all you seek is laid on cash, you never had
you cant afford, this broken world is hard to warm
but here we are, we've done that too, i see the bergs drift by at noon
how many years, until they're gone?
this world has changed and so have my lungs, from hitting the bong
I'm drifting by the line, hold my down my topics grow like a web of vines
don't provoke, I have a conscious hold of every mind, I provoke
all the contents of your inner mind,
just grab a thicker vine, a hold this brush
don't hold it back, just paint your mind
we've got the paint, and life is only time