Homegrown

Either rhymes could be written
Or dice could be thrown so
Many years it could feel like
Coming back home

Doses of feelings big like empire state building
Killing men who would be kings
Written by Rudyard Kipling

Moondance slaps me with waves of bilayer bap
My heart is running marathon, let's see what happens next
Might be my own killer or
Might speak for all these dreamers for the sake of better days to come and diseases to be cured from
Might add another layer
Might build the ladder for you
I've been to Carcosa and back id rather sin than return there, thanks to this thing that's why I'm still breathing Thinking bout the past no matter what my mindset won't change
Smoking and dreaming forever

The more verses I write, the greater it gets
Started with a bow in my pocket, aiming for 50k checks
No cap straight facts, yea
Open the gates, planets aligned Nemo the Moonchild boutta set the fucking trends, yea
Nemo knows the passwords, got the keys, Tartaros brought to life the beast
Wreath of muddy blunts still by his side in need
They boutta rule this shit indeed

Wrist inked
Ink spoiled
On the paper
Born of word
Lyrics coming from the inner world
That has been burnt to the bone and torn
World of thunder silver throne
Burning cones
Cracking bones,kids are asking how are you I'm fine preparing moves
It's always quiet before the storm
It'll take some time to gain the final form

Cuz this is homegrown

My god don't need no fuckin crown