Blips

Fuck
Fuck
What's the meaning of existence
If we're all just blips
Still I'm dreaming of resistance
Sinking all their ships
Got me gripping on and
Snipping all their IV drips
Solar soldier zipping 'em into a full eclipse
I was made from these grains
Check the grade of these planes
Angle of repose keep running
Off the rail like these trains
Put my Poppa's a conductor
Said since i was just a youngsta
Potential for energy kinetic
Pumping through my veins
Why can't I see it, he believes it
I leave, compete, complete, retrieve it
Can't keep from stuffing stacks up my sleeve shit
They cashed in, rigged and taxed this monopoly quest
My game piece wobbly but an anomaly
Blessed at smashing all the locks on the community chest
I'd rather sit in jail, ditch the doubles rolled for bail
No collection of that stimulus is mailed
Mutiny best
So I relay the screen play with this Fleming remix
Greedy gold fingers stem needing a seed fix
My camaraderie like Connery check speed of reflex
So my small squad will mob these odd jobs
To chop caps with top hats, don't even need sex
Until I'm dirty giving double O's till 7:30
But still ripping heads offa the rich just like a fuckin T rex

Uhh raaa huh
What difference does it make
Just another dish to put away
What difference does it make
I was gonna die sometime anyway
What difference does it make
What difference does it
What difference does it
What difference does it
What difference does it

So what's it matter
Sooner, latter, smaller, fatter
Served dog food bowls on a silver platter
Just a cog dude scrolling through the whisper chatter
Born to blow apart the minds but there ain't no splatter
Just empty skulls numbed by the dumb tongues
Till they're plenty dull
I'm bummed by glum hum of our mental lull
Build a tribute to our fullest, monumental
Or retreat to the stars from whence we came
Defense been slain, and hence we blame
Our subjective analysis on just one frame
Distrust ingrained
See, it's not our faults
Born into this mess
It's a gun-flower waltz
Gonna perform under stress
Still resist the assault
Shit, I'll perform in a dress
May fix flow to basalt
Whole lotta lava express
Choo Choo
Keep on wearing blue bibs of an engineer
Till the engine's clear
One train you don't cross
Every inch severe
Stuck in between the ties
And you'll disappear
Runaway smacked
The dam cracked, blast
Spread like anthrax on Amtracks
A new frontier

Back in elementary
What feels like a century
Seems devoid of value but
Each entry complimentary
Smart ass, planned hesitant
Sprayed cool Swiss misty
Fools ran 4 class president
Grade school Chris Christie
Don't get it twisty
Like 66 sick teas
All my ditties witty
Pretty nifty with this shit see
Seek good deeds spread
Gritty for the city
Head of the itty bitty diabete kitty committee
Despite my feats
Still just couldn't reach
Bleach blonde Ashley
Tried to play the nice guy
But she still walked past me
Mr musta muttered man
I ain't no Dick Astley
But never gonna give you up
Till they Baja blast me
My Fitbit holla, taco time
Yet try to be an athlete
But Ashley's with Chad now sitting in a tree
Just a bunch a bullshit far as the eye can see
I don't wanna talk about it anymore ok

We're scraped up
What difference does it
We're empty
What difference does it
We're losing
What difference does it
So empty
What difference does it
We're feeling
What difference does it
Our reality
What difference does it
Fucked up mentally
What difference does it
What we really need
What difference does it
Some mass group therapy

Elevating industry for far too long
Need to update social etiquette
Trade beers for bongs
Trade mirrors for gongs
Trade tears for songs
Stagnation is damnation
Fight in fear prolongs
The eventual demise slowing siren song
Till you're too deep
Now you sleep
Even lion strong
So find yourself a conscious stream
To float along
Just some ions in Zion
Where you belong