Don't go wishing on stars, you might eat pavement
wondering what all the words they saved meant,
Made a decision and split quick towards the movement
Don't misconstrue my meaning as some sort of negation,
I'm just bringing in legislation to end the hated in this nation
Complaining that no one is equal, just end the denigration
And don't fall victim to the temptations of persuasion
Corrosion is the way of the counter culture, fuck
no one can last alone for ten minutes, just trust
me that we be better off just Makin a bust
gust of wind, take me to another land,
Somewhere I can stop giving a good god damn, fam
Rather eat than starve, even if the plan
Falls apart and the backscatter leaves me damned,
don't lose hope that life will be ever grand
when you got something to fight for, well, my man
You'll understand just what I mean
When the throne is in your hands.



miles and miles away from home,
this king is dethroned, spittin koans
and working to make the spirit moan
in utter bliss, music is the biome
let it ring and let it roam,
singing the praises of being stoned
blown to the wind, Flippin through through dusty tomes,
disregard the fake clones, they bones
is weak, no fundaments of which to speak,
i see enlightenment maybe just a peek,
satori is the mindset, emulate and seek
a new reason to believe and breathe
fools forget to face reality, it seems
bereaving individuality and the stream
of consciousness defining their beliefs,
denial of thought is the crime of the day,
deceive themselves, this ain't no play,
just a gambit to discern and display
ontological meaning and the way
towards true understanding, so i pray.

terra enigma, terror
engine number twenty two and
one more for the truth
don't they know the truth
so let me ruthlessly attempt
to bring sin into loving and
living form, absurd isn't it?
yo I'm
faded from the hatred, cross
faded with the major rage, aging
into eternity, id rather confirm
that this absurdity is simple
running away from ample supply
ain't it easier to die than live?
i ran out of fucks to give
ran outta trucks to deliver
meaning from my soul, spittin
logic from the head cavern within
skull fragments and bones hittin
the green perception I'm sittin
on the ledge, a victim to written
melancholy, guess I'm just smitten
with the convincing system of
egotistical condemned bins of
self image, distort this lineage
fake minds forget the scrimmage
is moving every time they spit it
closer and closer to ending it
but words are money, and I
can't help from spending shit,
rendering meaning rended and
ripped from reserves of paper reams
don't forget that my dreams are
more real than your screams,
a feel that distorts my scenes
till i wanna blast away a fellow
human, yellow coward like my
mind is now heard, calibre of
death, i guess i could bide my breath
and rebirth after giving less of
my time and effort, the best of times
is my worst of times, worst of rhymes
don't forget to read between the lines.