All from a blank page and beats that have no name

Seem like blank walls to cats' fame

Sniff the aerosol, and light headed, trippy

Abyss of concrete that clouds the streets

Sky's the limit; hop the soul train

Moves you mimic to a New York minute

And in a flash the world gone upside down

The townsfolk over-run by clowns

Since way back this homie don't play that

Caught them rain drops at the brim of ya hat

Brace yourself, I'm rolling with no brakes

Power moves hellbent with back aches

Ya butterfingers, still couldn't get a grip

Ate the roach clip, you sank my battleship

Grim days, all disheveled. Even a rebel

Without a cause learned to settle

I'm off the kettle full blown growing steam

Got snuffed by the American dream

Down for the count; stargazin...

It's cool calm Peter Parker, the Amazing

Marooned in the highlands in the depth of winter. You know this whole thing is a waste of time

Professor, if you can tear yourself away from your own hero-worship for just a minute, maybe you can make something of this map

I'm no good at reading maps

Look, you plot stars millions of miles apart in the heavens, yet you can't even read a map? You want to know something professor?

What?

We are lost