im not a jesus christ, just lost in this sea of lights
trying to retreave misbeliefe i could never conseve dispite
either ironic or misery finding intimicy to recite
please leave me just for this one measily night
threw moma off the train, washes my past off my brain
fondaling thruth, waiting to turn and cough up flaims
while noah puddle jumps, and moses splits those puddles up
to desert sections david throws stones like double dutch
i kept my head to stars like upper cut its cluster fucked
moven slow like a blubber butt light polution cover up
the universe reaks of long yawns and 10 ton eyelids
read the fine print in the red dwarfs that hide inside it
i use god as a simble for intangible things spiritual
unless litteral in hopes to rekindle my childhook vigule
shooting stars and commits are sheepish knods to profits
the cosmose dozen and throwin up dueces with phonix, jet in rockets
for every lucky star theres a million satalites
technology built to hide you from the after life
like a quire of lost souls lit by candle light
jet in rockets chase the day till u can handle night/
jet in rockets chase the day at night demand the flight
im not an abraham, more like a son of sam
still waiting for the tv to tell me you give a damn
my mission plan goes dissmiss the scams insist there bland
percist to stand for shit you ban resist remand
then list demands hold my breath till there met
or i turn blue'r then fire gas and manuer
i sailed with out fail pail atop that damned river
lowed fived the sinners traidin squares and liquer
mount olympus got the earth dispearsed thru medaphisix
one day even steven hawking'll be marching with us
the tower of babel fell leaven us ample hell
we ramble and babel on till our adoms apples swell
chase the rainbow follow close to the low tide
till youve got no pride and are forced to go blind
the northern lights burn bright in a dying promise
the day light get obnoxios when the fuems are noxious,
jet in rockits
for every lucky star theres a million satalites
technology built to hide you from the after life
like a quire of lost souls lit by candle light
jet in rockets chase the day till u can handle night/
jet in rockets chase the day at night demand the flight
Bronx producer and D.I.T.C. member Buckwild enlists Fred The Godson, Flee Lord, Smif-N-Wessun, and a slew of others for a triumphant LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 26, 2020