Newest Form Oldest Medium

New form, old medium
Lukewarm, break the tedium
Tedious deviant little relation to media
Social in circles diameter closer than, fuck

I see the way that you move and you moving me do the same at my eulogy
Centerpiece inner peace watching your peaks and your valleys smoke a little tree
In the gallery plant a couple trees with the salary tuck in yo shirt
And yo saturday sit in the alley with self without wallet or cell and just listen

Breathe until one with the rivers and light from the moon, listen to her
She give good advice, doesn't ask twice, doesn't waste breath
Mice and men never did much, except live twice, except waste breath
Feel like Macbeth with the tragedy, feel like Isaac with the gravity
I DO NOT FUCK WITH YOUR APATHY
Penning this lead into gold with the alchemy
Seeking shade under canopy, cannabis, abacus, counting the strategy
Huh
Yeah
I get away with it, happiness mine for the taking I'm taking it
Raising and claiming it, face to face with my own shape
With my own color, with my own face
The entitled enlightened bout all of the tides
And the violence violins sing over wings of the fighter jets I do not fight it
But imma let my mans handle it, man handle it, dismantle it
Panhandle, bad apples and dark chapels like

Mishandling, hands on her love handles, I got the world in my hands
I trade the world for some yams I go insane, I give the whole thang to ya
I sing in heavy rain to ya, pick up the sax, I could be Coltrane to ya
I sing the whole range to ya, lasso the moon, catch and release
Alt, control, delete, nod if you agree, I been asleep
But now I dun woke up I wake up and stay up till three in the morning
I'm pouring my heart into this, this is my sleeve, this is my blood on the leaves
Yuh, this is my peace, pieces of me, pieces of pieces of pieces of me.

Pollen on me, yellow aura riding roofless over Georgia
Packed four deep with four forties speaking to the fauna flora
Ain't no summer jam, ain't no workout plan
The sun is high, I'm the son of sam
Lord you can't copy this less I digress digest pieces of shit like you for breakfast
And yeah
I eat pieces of shit, straight up
Straight from hades gates hope you feel the energy hope it radiates
Like a radiator I'm a shoulder dip away from new estates
Check the license plates east coast, still breathing
North Cack get hotter than your daughter in the middle of the heat
91 degrees his 19th summer in the nine nineteen just breathe

Inhale deep till to memory gone wake up fresh off the memory loss time well spent
But the energy lost lost colony, leaves on the blood don't bother me

Running tracks running back run it back
Beating up beats in an all white Pontiac
Corazon heart on my sleeve like it's cardiac
Bears on kodiak, wood on Cadillac, face on leather face, flow like leatherbacks
Packs on packs backpacks on backs in the back of the Acura, unpack this pack necks like Dracula

Can you cut this shit?

Where the dogwood grows
By the river ceiling missing mimsy like the Borogroves
Ten toes kissing pavement with the wild Irish roses in hand and mind on 10
With some dead heads without a cent in their hands, i'm a sin with my sentences
10 bands in my hand, just open handed slapping em
Like the bass when I'm speaking light the jay when I'm speaking
It's the cold cut demon in the cold cut scheming with some lowkey heathens