Moment in Spacetime

Ideas come from the Earth
Isn't art a shared experience?
Dependent on special loves
In my case, it's a desperate hunger to go back to where it all began
And I think you'll see this as a running thread
Through a lot of things that I write
That kind of nostalgia, that kind of bittersweet feeling

Waited a thirty day period for this moment in spacetime
Reflection of the moon on the water was so sublime
Repeat myself in the mirror till lines formed like a cloud storm
And doubt laid dormant
My ship was no survivor of the doldrums
Scientists calculating sums, Atlantic hums
Vibrations were supposed to lead them to the wreckage
But all they got was unwanted shit like head from Kaitlin Bennett
I said it, I meant it, I'm Horton on the egg nest
Seussian fest of stress, colors curving
When it comes to time I like the Mayan version
Sharpening my jousting equipment
Unbeknownst to my sickness
Music makes me a kinder person
I used to claim I was with ya mom dukes
Now I deliberate jazz chords and the Katy Perry lawsuit
OJ and Ben Burr ain't no offshoots
Listened to purpan growing up in high school
Now he's on my drums and breaks and makes it my jaw loose
I tried to electrify every large group
But integrity what's you do when there's no one to watch you

No one to watch you so I gotchu
No one to watch you so I gotchu

I got a little bit of what you really looking for
And I can give it to you real hardcore
But you gotta give me four on the floor

I got a little bit of what you really looking for
And I can give it to you real hardcore
But you gotta give me four on the floor

Amply sunny but we stay inside with lego building blocks
Never feeling like we did enough
Mama called for dinner ate it quick then wilted back into the moss
Stella Artois, finished 7 and a half
Before the reminiscing stopped
I climbed a mountain but I don't know how big it was
Swam cross a body of water while holding my lungs
Was it a, olympic pool, or a chasm of creatures
Either way I make you feel things
You open your eyes to the ceiling
Glide and outwit like Harmon slinging the pieces
I'm just about or at least, metamorphosized
With my anxi-
Itty bits of stimulus kills the vibe
I tell you different stories my mind is scattered and brash
I'm lounging, just me and Guru spinning the Jazzmatazz
For us by us, no fubu, im all alone in fact
Despite nights of instant wrath
OJ Mountain release dopamine like delicious snacks
And now and again I worry about my stupid past

I got a little bit of what you really looking for
And I can give it to you real hardcore
But you gotta give me four on the floor

I got a little bit of what you really looking for
And I can give it to you real hardcore
But you gotta give me four on the floor

I got a little bit of what you really looking for
And I can give it to you real hardcore
But you gotta give me four on the floor

I got a little bit of what you really looking for
And I can give it to you real hardcore
But you gotta give me four on the floor

If you look at some of the pages of the stuff i've written
And even some of the good things
Shut your eyes, you won't know who's talking
Because they all talk alike
And who do they talk like?
Me