Montgomery Ward (feat. Queen Herawin)

Yo

Count the beads

My meditations, medication counts the pills as trees

My evergreens, extraordinary future's in the leaves

My channel for the UHF holds VHF and then some

Magnetic, the northern fist, prophetic with addendums

Lord Raoh, I conquer, that name again is Mister Plow

And thou, fresher than Mister Sparkle, take a bow and how

Disrespectful to dirt until it hurts

My paradise in after birth was Kurt Cobain and dim sum

Nevermind the hymns sung, the pope into the casket

I'm scattershot, the random thoughts lay cases into baskets

The great dane versus mastiff, dog eat dog

Crack cocaine versus the last spliff and cops seize all

Slippin' into somethin' special, a little decadent

Thinkin' 'bout how the pencil can make you drift a bit

Into the perfect distance and magnificent

Disappearing from the scent of mags, spend on the innocent

He need to not get away, like height to featherweights

'Cause the hyper life, we tend to take commercial breaks

Consequently, I meditate to get it straight

Elevate, sip my chamomile, contemplate inner child

Feed her needs, while being conscious and not letting narcissism bleed through

So I'm in the mental field up to my knees, boots

Leading the way, dreaming of writing a verse a day to nurse the pain

The therapies are perfect, form a play

Validates, needing to isolate

From looks of ice grill hate, when ostracized, my smiles escape

I sleep like a baby, but when I wake up, I feel grown

When the weathers gettin' rainy, I can feel it in my bones

We got the South, East, West, North

Put it all together and it spell SEWN

That's what I'm on, needles, thread, and patterning

Obsessive collection, fabric the gathering

David collects friends, he hoards experience

I fear his FOMO, OP much, but never trend

Video David, the idiom maven

Doom scrolling, news cycle chasing

Do fish piss? Man that's some horseshit

Don't look me in the mouth, I'm gifted

Need to get my grill fixed

I'm gettin' to the point, keepin' it real

I'm kinda lyin', sayin' music ain't payin' no bills

One time, I signed a deal, I thought that would be heaven

But that cash ain't gon' last past the 27th

I'm goin' crazy till I go nuts

Ayo, it's time to make the donuts

It's time to make the donuts, yeah, yeah, yeah

Is change truly possible?

Can something realistically move the obstacles?

Can I turn this inclement weather tropical?

With or without a war machine 'cause I'm so tired of living here

It's fuck Joe and Cobra, I'm joining the Iron Grenadiers

So paint my head gold

I'm sharp as the shooting leg hold

Putting handwritten fortunes in vegetarian egg rolls

Yeah, indie rappers deserve government subsidies

Or else we'll make other discoveries

And have to publish findings reluctantly

A way where it's no way

Don't say, only paint where it's okay

And then appropriate how I disobey

You talking outta both sides

You gotta die a little bit to ghost ride

Oh my