ozzmotik
Greenlighter
i wrote a lot back when i used to consume synthetic cannabinoids. here's one of my favorites.
reverse steps / here we go again with the wachteck
knock bets in the poll / rollin up a joint from the whole
rolled up scrolled up hammurabi code
eye for an eye, i got the sky in tow
lowbrow foes disrespect the prose
oh noes the flow goes / poor shows of force disposed
forget the way you came / all fair in the tame moments
tenets of forgetting the bonus / hone us to a better form
godlike perfection shouldn't be the norm
yeah you gon fuck up one or twice
know that experience comes with a price
dicey situations improve life
live hard and struggle light / it's tough discerning the subtle fights
we put ourselves through in our minds
day 2 night the thoughts race
where will I go / what will I do
gone without a trace over thinking / sinking to the depths
adept at fearing death more or less / than the rest feigning breath
stretch marks on the spacetime
declining designs defying the findings
unwinding through the time spent
where will you be when the thoughts hit
what is the purpose / the worst of us and the most just
busted on an ego lust / got you in chains like jabba the hut
the pain comes from choosing to give a fuck
as a consequence of interest / conflicting with the mentorship
bong rips won't make sense / out of madness without pretense
cents falling in the change jar / at a premium, schemin some
breathin rum and kerosene
insecure stars hiding the gleamin
reams of paper detailing the dreamin / non Euclidean perception deep within /
who you pray to when you sin?
Jesus, Abraham, Muhammed / Buddha, Ganesh, something exotic?
once a year do you travel to admonish
yourself of your mortal baggage
rebuild the temple, so saieth the adage
radish as an offering to the tragic
polytheistic culture lagging behind
such educated and specific times
but maybe it's the ignorance of a central belief
and acceptance of personal grief
that will show you the way to your Divine being
everyone seeing the meaning
but it's their path to take
and it's a mistake for you to fake
their life experiences just so you can save a soul
proselytizing on the whole
is presumptuous and ineffectual unless your goal is deceit
it isn't your place to defeat / another's personal demons
feelings of struggling a catalyst for perceiving
where the true path is leading slowly
fork in the road, left or right / can you see the sign
fighting for what you believe is a noble cause
but it's not novelty when zealotry is caused
odd escape clause, death is / persisting through the ages endless
where does the sense exist / why can one not comprehend it
the oath to live is an implied contract
necessitating contact and conflict
slick senses of quick wit / understanding is a gift
only reserved for those lifted
to the annals of knowledge shifted
gifted with the ability of the abstract
it's a shame not to waste it on the facts.
recording because rhythm guides are cool sometimes: http://soundcloud.com/wachteck/reverse-steps
reverse steps / here we go again with the wachteck
knock bets in the poll / rollin up a joint from the whole
rolled up scrolled up hammurabi code
eye for an eye, i got the sky in tow
lowbrow foes disrespect the prose
oh noes the flow goes / poor shows of force disposed
forget the way you came / all fair in the tame moments
tenets of forgetting the bonus / hone us to a better form
godlike perfection shouldn't be the norm
yeah you gon fuck up one or twice
know that experience comes with a price
dicey situations improve life
live hard and struggle light / it's tough discerning the subtle fights
we put ourselves through in our minds
day 2 night the thoughts race
where will I go / what will I do
gone without a trace over thinking / sinking to the depths
adept at fearing death more or less / than the rest feigning breath
stretch marks on the spacetime
declining designs defying the findings
unwinding through the time spent
where will you be when the thoughts hit
what is the purpose / the worst of us and the most just
busted on an ego lust / got you in chains like jabba the hut
the pain comes from choosing to give a fuck
as a consequence of interest / conflicting with the mentorship
bong rips won't make sense / out of madness without pretense
cents falling in the change jar / at a premium, schemin some
breathin rum and kerosene
insecure stars hiding the gleamin
reams of paper detailing the dreamin / non Euclidean perception deep within /
who you pray to when you sin?
Jesus, Abraham, Muhammed / Buddha, Ganesh, something exotic?
once a year do you travel to admonish
yourself of your mortal baggage
rebuild the temple, so saieth the adage
radish as an offering to the tragic
polytheistic culture lagging behind
such educated and specific times
but maybe it's the ignorance of a central belief
and acceptance of personal grief
that will show you the way to your Divine being
everyone seeing the meaning
but it's their path to take
and it's a mistake for you to fake
their life experiences just so you can save a soul
proselytizing on the whole
is presumptuous and ineffectual unless your goal is deceit
it isn't your place to defeat / another's personal demons
feelings of struggling a catalyst for perceiving
where the true path is leading slowly
fork in the road, left or right / can you see the sign
fighting for what you believe is a noble cause
but it's not novelty when zealotry is caused
odd escape clause, death is / persisting through the ages endless
where does the sense exist / why can one not comprehend it
the oath to live is an implied contract
necessitating contact and conflict
slick senses of quick wit / understanding is a gift
only reserved for those lifted
to the annals of knowledge shifted
gifted with the ability of the abstract
it's a shame not to waste it on the facts.
recording because rhythm guides are cool sometimes: http://soundcloud.com/wachteck/reverse-steps
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