bitch shut the fuck up while I’m smoking on my ciggie
lamping in some loafers tip toeing through the city
had my share of overdoses no one show me pity
find myself outside the simulation moving so swiftly
you get me
salutations to the servants of my wisdom
Alan Watts n Nietzsche helped me see beyond the prism 
and I know the serpents sermons tryna preach religion
but I found my purpose in the sound of everything I’m spitting

hocking loogies on illusions
H E double hockey sticks got me on loose end
hanging out with new friends
that be where the noose is truthfully I knew this
since I was jit tryna find the truth nudist
meditate like a buddhist
get my hype tight typing up to do list
a ta da hippie t shirt voila
making magic out of each word why not
I’m the student and the teacher tryna tie knots
around the rope around my neck to climb up
and out this chokehold it’s getting scary
suffocating really
it’s violent know my sanctuary in the silence

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