[Wise Wiggles]

"Burn the bridges"




Deal w/it, surrender-the dream-it’s a joke,
Afghan topsoil flow-dirty keepin’ it dope,
Out the box, so you could never keep me in quotes,
I think I’ll hate you all forever for believing in Popes,
Fuckin’filthy, to be this dope is insane,
The flow SO wet? It feels like I’ve opened a vein,
I’m broken in ways, I could never hope ta’explain,
East coast, fly legacy, we wrote it in planes,
Ode to tha’pained, go hard, turn stone into grain,
This shit’s murder like buffalo that ghosted the plains,
Coldest of rains, how wet does it have ta’be?
Will we wait til it’s too late? We’ll have ta’see,
In apathy? I’ve found less gray for the eyes,
But cup’s ½ empty-throat’s distastefully dry,
Pray to the skies, we’re all born naked in cries,
Then adolescence hits, & kids make a disguise,
Paint it in sighs, exhale the weight that resides,
In a mind packed full’a no vacancy signs,
I was given a blessing & I keep fuckin’it up,
Trade the forest for the trees w/each Dutch that I gut,
I’m greedy, I NEVER say enough is enough,
I’m like B.I.G.’s death, ALWAYS be somethin’ta Puff,
Do work son, punch clocks brunches ta’lunch,
Chef HEAT, in this kitchen? ..there’s nothin’ta touch,
Burn the bridges, jump into the water or fry,
Would you do it if you knew that it could cause you to die?
Let the smoke rise, signal to the squaw w/the sky,
Written in big white clouds carved from a high,
I’m a loser, & so? I’ve spent some time w/a bong,
Vibin’on life. &-Writing-my, 9 minute songs,
Til tornadoes take’em all- &-all the sirens are on,
I’ll be on my grind. Hopin’that the Mayans were wrong,
I get along w/most people, but it’s less that I like,
Only 7 degrees-needed to embed us in ice,
Is it too tall an order to see depth from the heights?
Our deaths-&-our-lives resting on the edge of this knife.