Gather up your groceries
I've been feasting on mad veggies and flexing my health graciously

Crossing time lines and time zones just to watch my artwork unfold from the 2 dimensional mold
Basking in the brilliance of the bayou country where these damned sneezing fits keep hunting me and haunting all my memories

I'll swap intelligence with the local pterodactyl cops reading tarot cards with tact until I'm certain on how to act with skill from this side of the veil

Effectively affecting how you choose to proceed and effect your golden path with steeze

Truth be told
The Truth ain't common
I'll scale a magic mountain down to fit inside my pocket and ascend to the highest of heights when your favorite rapper thinks they're stuntin'
Takes a million different strangers clicking like, love, share, subscribe to feel like you've finally accomplished somethin'

And that exists at any angle from which you attempt to push the button, pumpkin
I try to focus on a separate set of conundrums
Like how to fumble the globe and still entice the freedom fighters to no longer remain silent

Pull the hypno-trigger on my gadget-gun and rejoice at the literal ideal of true free will as the anarchists reign supreme and take whatever they want

I was born between tectonic plates and cause massive shifts in the shaping of the earth with every step I take
Yet I'm still so weary to wake and rise from bed

Trapped in the cornucopia of safe-havens and narrowed down to the list presented before you in burgundy on the Day of the Dead
Sit by the dock of the bay on a full-moon's night and feel the presence of spirits singing hallowed negro spirituals until the tide rolls back in