Buddah MAC
10-03-06, 04:29 AM
cursed to step correct as the claymores all mine
so cautious not to bite, my spit is all I dine
yeah, you heard right, I subside on my word, write
substance then, naturally, you can do the same actually
what happened to me? used to water walk
now ice caps evaporated and don’t think after I talk
swimming in Salk, polio vaccine, I mean
do we accept the scene sickness cuz we think it keeps us clean
and germ free, sterilized soul mass-produced models
sneak away a bottle, and taboo subjects coddled
with grade school giggles even tho we all ****ed
or act love writ with quills, all golden goose plucked
duck that notion as hunter’s barrel aimless
buckshot imbedded in infant’s name, blessed
baptismally, dismally dunked in born sin tradition
thankfully wasn’t old enough sink in what was listened
still steadily steppin, this time I’m on fine lines
high wire stretched taut ‘tween what’s mine and what’s denyin’
my claim to it, dark path, I came through it
to be born, so be warned, as since I’m affluent
in finding light symbol scriptin, I elevate, so step skippin
skyside flowin, content knowin message don’t stop where my lips end
my hands say “holy” from how my palms read
lied, literally holy from where stigmata bled
I’m consciously crossed up, corporate come up: when the boss’ sucked
other shoe drops, so when was the first tossed up?
lost what I never had, always called a clever lad
til I grew-up, at last, now just a damned smart ass
art flashes reflections, interpretation’s introspection
but harder to get that than the people’s voice heard in elections
and that won’t ever happen, and that’s why I’m snappin
without mentioning yo mama, new age we on the dawn of
third step session, choreographed like a drill team
many people will dream, but can’t concrete the scene
meanin sculptin it solid, so they drop or stall it
lackin justification like cops & Diallo’s wallet
ain’t no laps missed when you dream chasin
cuz it’s on the same fast track we all race in
complacence near epidemic, evident it’s systemic
but no one tracks its origins, as oil and water blend
can’t begin admitting to losin our dualism
rather keepin division, I’ll teach since school isn’t
recall Buddah been a sage, rejected reincarnation’s final stage
to be sure you’ll be there to join me after peepin a page
wager another bet, as tomorrow’s sun sets
you’ll have the opportunity open, and tell it “not just yet”
sippin dark clouds so your skies clear when front advances
but if you’d drop the front, you’d improve my liver’s chances
so cautious not to bite, my spit is all I dine
yeah, you heard right, I subside on my word, write
substance then, naturally, you can do the same actually
what happened to me? used to water walk
now ice caps evaporated and don’t think after I talk
swimming in Salk, polio vaccine, I mean
do we accept the scene sickness cuz we think it keeps us clean
and germ free, sterilized soul mass-produced models
sneak away a bottle, and taboo subjects coddled
with grade school giggles even tho we all ****ed
or act love writ with quills, all golden goose plucked
duck that notion as hunter’s barrel aimless
buckshot imbedded in infant’s name, blessed
baptismally, dismally dunked in born sin tradition
thankfully wasn’t old enough sink in what was listened
still steadily steppin, this time I’m on fine lines
high wire stretched taut ‘tween what’s mine and what’s denyin’
my claim to it, dark path, I came through it
to be born, so be warned, as since I’m affluent
in finding light symbol scriptin, I elevate, so step skippin
skyside flowin, content knowin message don’t stop where my lips end
my hands say “holy” from how my palms read
lied, literally holy from where stigmata bled
I’m consciously crossed up, corporate come up: when the boss’ sucked
other shoe drops, so when was the first tossed up?
lost what I never had, always called a clever lad
til I grew-up, at last, now just a damned smart ass
art flashes reflections, interpretation’s introspection
but harder to get that than the people’s voice heard in elections
and that won’t ever happen, and that’s why I’m snappin
without mentioning yo mama, new age we on the dawn of
third step session, choreographed like a drill team
many people will dream, but can’t concrete the scene
meanin sculptin it solid, so they drop or stall it
lackin justification like cops & Diallo’s wallet
ain’t no laps missed when you dream chasin
cuz it’s on the same fast track we all race in
complacence near epidemic, evident it’s systemic
but no one tracks its origins, as oil and water blend
can’t begin admitting to losin our dualism
rather keepin division, I’ll teach since school isn’t
recall Buddah been a sage, rejected reincarnation’s final stage
to be sure you’ll be there to join me after peepin a page
wager another bet, as tomorrow’s sun sets
you’ll have the opportunity open, and tell it “not just yet”
sippin dark clouds so your skies clear when front advances
but if you’d drop the front, you’d improve my liver’s chances