Psychedelic

Let me get a one-way ticket. I haven’t picked a destination. I’m just trying to catch the train before it has to leave the station. I packed no bags, nothing but the clothes on my back. Sitting with some Cognac, let me sip it, I’m trying to relax. I got a pocket full of posies, some devil with a pitchfork keeps talking like he knows me. We all wanna know what to do in this world when it seems like there’s nothing left.

I’m psychopathic, low key, it must be my hyperactive dome piece. I barely get any sleep. My thoughts get heavy hit the ground and crack the concrete. So I try to keep them in my head.. rest in peace to all that come and pass. Life is good sometimes, but just doesn’t last. Ill, but the hospitals seem so week. Seems we in some Shit now, it’s gonna be alright. Catch me if you can, I ain’t Dicaprio.

I stood before an Angel as he told me bout the glory. We dream just to dream, but we don’t know exactly how to get there yet… it’s going to crack if we just paint the wall with one coat. I had an intuition about these women and suspicions. It’s got me thinking a little different. It’s hard to have a dream when you’re deep inside of one.

Do some Tai Chi so you don’t mess up my Chi… I know you hate them spirits so I try and keep them in my lungs. I’m a Beatle to these young kids. But I feel like a needle to these young kids.

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