Chasing

Face smacked down, right in the mud
Daytime hash brown, a ripe bud
My callused fingers raised on a dime
I see blue blood, fuck it's mine
A thirty pound plate refined and showed me
How to run from the bathhouse, twilight chasing
You led, I climbed, you lied, sun blind
I fell from vines, pitch black, no fucking trace

Remember your name, don't be afraid

Off the pace, dust kicked up after falling back
Body bayonet, wind breaking, track trailing
I've gotta get out of this place
Someday I'm getting on that train
Sunrise sprouts rays
Milo aches, the calf awakes
Ride under the Kohaku waves
And there you'll find me
I lunged past surfaces
Cut water into two paths, forked emphasis
Mountain high, head in the sky
Is evidence of elements they've brought to my table unrefined

A fox adapts, rain, heat or snow, white fur, living for tomorrow
Honed creative missile magic, manically panic in the crystal cosmos you're collapsing
Motto, let loose over your craft with profuse passion
Crashing down off a cliff, a fiasco, your drive won't let you cash in
Walk like Jackson, talking like a captain, Gilligan needed a cup of ramen
Charisma cataclysmic, spirit mystifies, from stoic to battle cry, Kretok vibe
Picasso painting a monarch butterfly

Stopping every mile cause my gut knows a lie, life sold and bought for 7.25
Not a fucking blessing in disguise, talking about my demise under the hot sky
I'm dressed up, and stressing, so pointless, so leave me out
While we're taking our shots, there's nothing to talk about
Job? 9 to 5? your spot? your way of life?
They do not care, but I can't hop from being polite
I try to avoid living in a lot, already see a sign and swerve with all I got
God, I want to reconcile for the bullshit that we've said tonight, a horn through you and I
Can't hide fuck all in toxic environments, noxious mold ain't the worst that it's gotten
Cause rotten tiles were never a style, but it's the lifestyle that I got