black sheep is not my thing, i'm too honest, more like madd deep--madd deep in my conscious, er, subconscious, shangri-la shaman, i'm shit talking, they got tossed and dumped on, no fun, he's like a wolf up in the chicken run, but he sits so still upon the fence, i was neither living nor dead, and i knew nothing, looking into the heart of the light, the silence. it's hard to say but what's my function? subject, form, and content--that's truth i'm calling on, anyway you want it. i'm so like out-of-control, do i make appearances wiggle like they're known? just let me redefine this: i'm a flow scientist, i exist, there, i've evolved again. twinkee for your stress? frankly, i've never been the same since they duped us that day, i don't want it, i'm still laughing at how we all bought it, what shit, it's all for profit. 'capitalize on your breath?' 'it's gone a'gin,' i'm a book in and still can't tell what's fiction or nonfiction, 'but what should we call it?' endless. headlight shone about three years in front of him, call me again, i'm seriously a mafia man's dream--no following. i canada, i cold, i haven't a single television show. hike, that's called passion, first-down, i'm a prophit with nouns, helter-skelter and where upton is found: no-shelter. i feel like i'm five, no joke, i am man alive, bushy-eyed and no fright, baby if you wanna be free just listen to me. i am sofa king at target, the half-iz, well with ali like mohamed. 'i called it, the om is my thing, man, can't you get your own knowledge,' rolling on the floor laughing at god again, either that or all of my problems, i don't know why, i just express, i'm on topic, conscious and gritty. can you feel it? that same unforgiving sense, see the smile beneath: ignorance isn't knowledge.
bring me some roses before i turn fifty, you'd be kinder too, if you only knew. i can play the bass too, well fuck you mr. flanagan, *clap, clap, clap* yeah, you watch man, what's it like in sudan? i go to sleep breathing, i wake up breathing again, i could wear anyone's face. *shots fired* this is the first day of 'our relationship,' the first day of your life really depends on the parameters you set, remember, 'anyway you want it.' i told you, i'm off it, the deep end is in my closet, i had a skeleton there and bared against the cottage. okey dokey, keep it lowkey like thor lil' bro. here kitty, kitty, my heart is made of gold. but as in, 'for god-sake, malcom in the middle again!?!' and the crowd goes wild, yay. allowing the contours a way, no one cares about what i have to say, anyway, could i calmly advise you to explain: well, i'm basically the reincarnation of all living things. i'm hiding my stylus on the highway, in plain sight every friday, what do you like? i want a cigarette too but i'm too bare-assent, initials on the hood, no offense, man, but do you really think you're that good? i told you, i'm a simple man, caught a view there and write a few off, kept what i earned i payed the high cost. this is your life, are you the boss? what does it mean that christ is nailed to the cross, school children shake their heads, as if, you have to wash something away? the old impress the same, the new thing is a fire breathing mane, i could tell you but you really have to see the thing for your self, drink to your health, i love to lie like a saint. Al-boo-boo, the eagle has landed, execute stage two, as in: as i agree, i agree. as i contest, i contest. as i receive, i receive, intergalactic-planetary, elementary my dear watson, i do this all day, every day, all i can say is, my life is fucking awesome.
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