Some niggas are so boring your notice their shoes on the downbeat, neatly, we agree on what night is but not what morning, mourning, chivalry or preacher to pick when it comes it comes like a mickey into the body we reach an obnoxious state of calm and as backlash look away from whatever you love most and almost ghost ride the elephant in the room. I'm not gonna decode everything for you guys cause I don't have that kinda time: You have the soul man who is naked and he has the sun in his hand and the seven rays. I can't see his race. He represents daylight. You want him to be so present you can't tell he's there. He wants you to be so distant he has to question himself and find you to be the answer again and again. Run. Tie a blindfold around your skull and run.
