Writes Of Passage

So what you runnin' from?

Oh those cats on the corner they hella dumb

That's why i'm done with standage

I'll bite your face and make a sandwich

Now you actin' like you don't know

This is just usual, show 'em my judo throw

Oh no, your rap styles finished

How you playin' popeye with e coli spinach?

Ok, lets slow down

Cuz you are not prepared for the speed of sound

Don't let the beast run his mouth

When the aire came through, they skated out

I used to cry out why (why!)

Cuz like scott summers, i couldn't open my eyes

Cuz everyone would die

If i took one peek, everyone would fry

My appetites for sitting in cityscapes in black and white

Crackin' light smittys i'm shitty faced to crash at night

The passive type, who's a lost pathetic dreamer

Terrified to be a victim with a walking dead demeanor

I'm coughing emphysema, caught in coffins in between

A cautious innocence while listening to andre nikatina

If you could trace my steps a couple minutes

Huh, if i get crossed you fall like london bridges

I do this for pot heads playin' sick as a teen

And insomniacs who still will raise a fist for the dream

For street fighter 2 and david lynchian scenes

For tupac shakur and rage against the machine

I'm a cynical, profitable, raw syllables i'll spit at you

Similar to the kid named rakim will do

I'm identical to that of pac's mental too

I rock spiritual without a break or stop interval

I'm from the state where the rain will never stop

Hendrix was from and cobain perfected rock

A place seagulls land where the space needle stands

And fuck bush stickers decorate people's vans

I watch the wind blow, leaves caught in limbo

Tiptoe past the season's frosty skin tone

Seein' glossy crystals, i try and catch it

Describe it all inside my writes of passage