stare into the sun - compare it to the stars, and it's obvious:
we're all drops in this ocean,
gathered by hand.
every moment look small
as a clock tick -
and gone fast as a shot licked,
scattered like sand…
so i never could stop with my stop-sits
i'm copping thoughts from the gods
when i meditate well
and you never could tell
that i'm not big
the way i talk like it's on lock
so yall better beware

from my house in that hole in the ground in the woods
back to babylon, i left the score settled wrong,
up in the mountains i been coming out,
no brokeback, my back broke, my spirit Heath Ledger post-batman role
wondering how we get along with pent-up rage at the ways that we get ignored
and no doubt i am down with the tao
on the downlow though there are days that i pray for more
speak facts, break norms, can’t hold back,
practiced rap, got good form, gimme that much -
but i'm so stuck, torn between darkness and light,
try to stay in both worlds like abraxas -
i saw my old girl, asked, is she still waiting, (slaving)
paying check to check off all them stacked bills?
she said, "boy, you already know it,
and ain't you gone crazy living out in the sticks still?"
had to say yes
though it doesn't make sense
i coulda sworn i was destined for greatness
must have misplaced my map at some point
now i'm falling in the forest and i don't know if i'm making noise
existential questions from a mental adolescent
with the wisdom of the ages it's a shame i can't accept it
i'm getting wild edibles
taking time to chill sniffing irises and marigolds i found myself
finally confident enough to let my competence abound,
watch out what i'm bout to build
i'll be the talk of any town get 'em arguing about
whether or not i'm a clown or a prophet
better beware