Alouettes

What’s a king without a coffin,

A kid without a kite,

Preacher with no water,

An addict out of light,

I Might,

lose a screw,

Tryna tighten my grip,

Hydro plane,

Never catching my drift,

I live a lavish lullaby inside mind,

But seems the world ain’t getting hip to my design,

Am I defined,

By my actions or reactions,

Flip a coin to predict,

Hate to say,

But everyday I gotta carry that risk,

A misguided allegory,

Sippin’ 40’s,

Tunnel vision with this spliff in my hand,

Listening to good kid,

With a bitch so bad,

Sad,

I know,

Can’t relate to the flow,

So swim back to your shore,

Back to your boat,

Back to your boat,

Back to your boat,

Back to your boat,

Back to your boat,

Back to your boat,

I’m trynna build a better me

Stopped with the amphetamines

Fed up with the middle of the pack

Like fuck a mezzanine

High up on a horse

While they been sleeping off the ketamine

Wide awake I never dream

Decipher what these letters mean

And you might meet a god through metaphors

I broke through all the mental doors

And got to bending metal forks

To settle scores

Heavenly guarded, my garden is getting watered

I ain't peeking over fences, defenceless to all the slaughter

Like, ink of an author worth more than blood of martyrs

Just look at what they done taught us

They caught up with all the common

Ostracize cause you different

But I just wanna live

Stifling your mind

‘Fore you learn what you got to give

I was on the road

Tripping on some (a)cid

Going off the grid

Thinking bout jumping off the cliff

With the same kids momma said what you gone do if they did

I leapt

Couldn’t think of a better bet,

Back to your boat,

Back to your boat,

Back to your boat,

Back to your boat,

Back to your boat,