See me at ground level,
This is how I get around
Two wheels + a frame, this is my only chain so stay practical,
Participate in the struggle,
Continue to renovate + reinvent +
dream every day like it might be shaken awake again,
Ok be slept on but stay lucid, way prescient,
Be real or irrelevant.
That's fine + I ride, swoop + climb, never collide + I'll be on time
And in play;
and never any love lost along the way.
Yeah so you say, so try to explain the faint
Flicker, once a flame, feels like...
Increments inch away + turn visible as pixels
Or crystallized grit on a screen that was backlit.
Built it up in my mind,
Our city in the sky;
I arrived digitized
Tryin to break new ground, you break only bones,
lookin like the ground is winnin for now.
Hollerin mouths keep talkin shit,
pitchin zip you keep diggin
Ditches so shallow, better look down -
Whole crew, ship of legalized clones,
DNA dehumanized, gangs of true GMOs,
In for the assist, rust resistant,
Ok grow crops so high, you know
You're only answerin to Monsanto.
Today you innovate, push product, hop traps
But I can't say I'm convinced you're
steerin this ship out the straits.
People peddlin pedo, sick/disrespect raps
or the most joyous of choruses
all elates + deflates us, so
Incinerate your manifestos.
You're only turnin with the times;
I cycle like this cuz I'm
Millenia-head of mine.
Shamanic levels as of yet not ascended to,
yeah better look down + ahead while pedalin
around potholes + dead ends (Ahem)
I.E. Devices that might self-ignite,
Sent to rend all asunder,
To render any progression,
Limbs akimbo in rigor +
Creepin like a procession in halftime,
The bridge + the breakdown,
No elegy, finality,
No fucking recovery.