Good morning. Open the draw. Rip open the tape. Flick flick. Powder fallin like the snow outside my window. Squirt in 40 units and mix up my fears n dreams. Watch the dust dissolve n disintegrate and let my thoughts drip into my personal remedy. Im swirlin around in the water n feel my worries fade hypnotized by the mini whirl pool i have stirred up in the bottle cap. Drop n suck. Flick and squirt one more time. Try to trace a useable trail on the map of my arm. Covered with a whole lot of X's. We got some railroad traxxx to cross today to get the final destination. stick n move stick n move til we hit the red river and bang there it go.
My thoughts today brings me to empty streets and lyin police, cold winter beatin the sidewalk black and blue with my feet that keep walkin , walkin , n walkin on those same squares . I got the hunger inside. For wat, who knows. To go somewhere that aint nobody gonna follow me I guess.
My eyes see it all. I am the shadow figure leaned back in the doorway of the porch in front of the shabby spray paint streaked house vinyl siding peels off the cement walls, cracks and crumbled walls guarded by a metal gate. I am the spirit you see flicking in and out of the alley way make no sound nobodys around. I move in darkness. Behind back yards. under fences and thru holes in the gate. My moment of clarity is hunched in a little indent in the wall where the house juts out making a shelter from the street. Sneak thru a razor thin strip of light and disappear behind the fence to wait in concrete corners for myself to get redeemed. Every night I do it more than Jesus Christ. go in cold hungry and tired and come back , maybe with tracks but on track. She is risen.
Streets dont know my name but every night their eyes see a small figure leaned over in a car, holdin somethin in its teeth and for a split second in the dark something glints off the pale peachy glow of the street light and reflects into the sky of the same color and bounces from particle to particle to fade off into empty space. Nobody who walks to their house, to the bodega, to their man or woman waiting down the street is watching. They mindin theirs. But the streets they know and I see comfort in them, the one thing constant. I can share my secrets and I kno they aint never gonna tell. I let them see me at the worst ways that I never want to see my self. Streets made me wat I am and I aint afraid to show them, now my devotion is to the streets cuz its wat I got left.
They seen us coming and going for years. When I die i want to be a building just like that. contain the lives and struggles of those within. Sit still with silent eyes and a tired wise mind always watching , just sit'n observing life go by me. I already got the practice I think it will be a good fit.
The meaning of the days is blurry to me, paper thin barriers between this one and the next. Mental wall paper plastered with old face 10's and 20's, scuffed up singles crumpled in a fist quickly passed between two travelers in the night. One will go home to make his bed with his bread. The other frowns knowing that tomorrow wont be so easy, quarters pinched from unsuspecting eyes , just enough to make a 5, the 5 adds up with ten and nine, 34 dollars to stay alive.
My thoughts today brings me to empty streets and lyin police, cold winter beatin the sidewalk black and blue with my feet that keep walkin , walkin , n walkin on those same squares . I got the hunger inside. For wat, who knows. To go somewhere that aint nobody gonna follow me I guess.
My eyes see it all. I am the shadow figure leaned back in the doorway of the porch in front of the shabby spray paint streaked house vinyl siding peels off the cement walls, cracks and crumbled walls guarded by a metal gate. I am the spirit you see flicking in and out of the alley way make no sound nobodys around. I move in darkness. Behind back yards. under fences and thru holes in the gate. My moment of clarity is hunched in a little indent in the wall where the house juts out making a shelter from the street. Sneak thru a razor thin strip of light and disappear behind the fence to wait in concrete corners for myself to get redeemed. Every night I do it more than Jesus Christ. go in cold hungry and tired and come back , maybe with tracks but on track. She is risen.
Streets dont know my name but every night their eyes see a small figure leaned over in a car, holdin somethin in its teeth and for a split second in the dark something glints off the pale peachy glow of the street light and reflects into the sky of the same color and bounces from particle to particle to fade off into empty space. Nobody who walks to their house, to the bodega, to their man or woman waiting down the street is watching. They mindin theirs. But the streets they know and I see comfort in them, the one thing constant. I can share my secrets and I kno they aint never gonna tell. I let them see me at the worst ways that I never want to see my self. Streets made me wat I am and I aint afraid to show them, now my devotion is to the streets cuz its wat I got left.
They seen us coming and going for years. When I die i want to be a building just like that. contain the lives and struggles of those within. Sit still with silent eyes and a tired wise mind always watching , just sit'n observing life go by me. I already got the practice I think it will be a good fit.
The meaning of the days is blurry to me, paper thin barriers between this one and the next. Mental wall paper plastered with old face 10's and 20's, scuffed up singles crumpled in a fist quickly passed between two travelers in the night. One will go home to make his bed with his bread. The other frowns knowing that tomorrow wont be so easy, quarters pinched from unsuspecting eyes , just enough to make a 5, the 5 adds up with ten and nine, 34 dollars to stay alive.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ye794an9N4wwe born to die
so i get high just like im born to fly{to the moon}
im in the court with marijuana eyes{sorry judge}
we hit the clubs until the morning rise
{'cause of last nite}
'cause day n nite
we run the streets , hope i don't pay that price
{pray for me}
they got the nerve to tell me press my brakes
and if i do then how will rent get paid, paid
so now im thinking that
200 stacks whatwould it bring me back {thinking to flip}
especially now that recessions here
{it's hard out here}
my only answers to my questions is, is.....
ok now here's a thought(1 more thought)
streets is a marriage that you cant divorce
life is a bitch but i think i fell in love
so i treat the game jus like im sellin drugs, drugs....
Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind, mind
I look for peace but see I don't attain
What I need for keeps this silly game we play, play
Now look at this
Madness to magnet keeps attracting me, me
I try to run but see I'm not that fast
I think I'm first but surely finish last, last
Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Hold the phone
The lonely stoner, mr. solo dough low
He's on the move can't seem to shake the shade
Within his dreams he see's the life he made, made
The pain is deep
A silent sleeper you won't hear a peep, peep
The girl he wants don't seem to want him too
It seems the feelings that she had are through, through
Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (yeah) (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his(yeah) mind at night (at, at, at night)
[Kid Cudi:]
Slow-mo
When the tempo slows up and creates that new, new
He seems alive though he is feeling blue
The sun is shining man he's super cool, cool
The lonely nights
They fade away he slips into his white Nikes
He smokes a clip and then he's on the way
To free his mind in search of,
To free his mind in search of,
To free his mind in search of.......?
Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
