4x4

Bars, charts sittin’ torn

Knock down your veins like Haiti

In a storm

Future twisted like a joint of dissolution

Can’t feel the syringe so you

Diss my solution

Fusion of lucid musings

Not an illusion of what we’re really doing

Feel the box, six by four around your head

Even more terrifying when you know you’re not dead

Buried alive but still bumping to your favorite tune

Dug up by criminal minds with eyes

Like a fish-tailed moon

And goons, you see, don’t really mean

To be

But thievery and chivalry go hand in hand

With what we hope to achieve, necessary evil

Extreme ways, moby in your headphones for those

Up-turned days

Shaved agenda, trimmed budget

Just lost your part-time, tried not to fudge it

Fuck it

We lost it, it’s hostile

Mobile mental patterns seek to roast

Guile

It’s almost infantile

Do you dig what they bring to the table

Fables crafted out of known rambling

Shambling down the avenue

Split between what you mean and what

You actually do

So chew it over with some humility

Ability to discern the pattern of gregarity

Clarity, grab a bag of chronic seeds

So you can start a garden free of

Pesticide, nutrition for the growing mind

Burned out bums dish broken time

Shattered brains and hypnotized rhymes

Bootleg handed down by generation

Distilled to ferment your indignation

Sublime, really, I love it when the filthy

Situation fits what I design or decree

Stopped at the park

Yes, this shit belongs to me

You see, me and this feces make

A happy family

Just the bacteria and I

It’s not the hand

But how it’s played

Shoot up a walgreens

Cause you haven’t gotten laid

Raid on the mind, like a solvent

To roaches, approach this medium

Of tedious delirious youth