superSTRUCTUREdeepSLEEP

i heard their stories before
weezing out
through the wind tunnels
escaping a jungle of steel and concrete
drums
that hum broken
french sonnets about
waters that slowly drip
from broken coconuts stolen
from the plantations of the other man
no it is not quest to point the finger
but dammit i will
still beating and pounding
on my chest
the hum
broken
as i told the sory
that i knew was never
true i boasted
about that crash
of waves that pounded against the army
of crabs as they drifted off so
did my sense of truth
weezing out
i coughed up my freedom
and handed it
to one of my follwers i
climbed mount sinai
in my head of course
i...the martyr
i...the planter that planted the seed
from which sprouted the rest
of my lies which will forever
drip
from the broken nut onto
the broken drum so we
can continue to sing freedom
songs carried on by the space
framed winds bouncing
off the matured roots
of the city now
awake
in the night
and asleep beneathe the moments
of sunlight i tried
to understand
and decipher the sunrise
but then that turned into more lies undefended
by the heat of our drums
molten beats pulsed
onto the city
yet and still weezing

uh...heck yea

self-consciousness
taught me
that i'm no good
but it feels too right
especially when i know i'm wrong
holding on to a pride
i stole and fought to keep
as i crawl out beneath squabbles
that were not mine
but i had fun starting
i choose to defend the foe
of my foe and befriend others
because there is no i in team
but i am damn sure not afraid
to jab, push and punch you out
oh yea...imma tough cookie
been one circa 1985 baby

6 sec.

contesting thoughts
that just aren't mine
i start to hold breath
one mississippi...
two mississippi...
three...four missis...
i put up my hypothetical lighter
lawd knows i dont smoke...shit stinks
continuing on to wave my white flag in the air
although
there's no one there to hear
my surrender, half assed as it may be
i continue on
in the same spot
in that same frame of mine
i continue on
to quit
battling shadows
that again are not mine
and i continue on
to smite gods
that also do not have my trademark
pressed upon their spiritual asses
as i strive to realize
that all i have is my breath
and an ounce of air
to satisfy my urges
and oh yea it's been awhile
...five mississppi.
oh yeah i've got the feeling
...six mississppi
right on...right on
...where the hell is mississppi any way?