[Mr. J]

grains of sand turn the world into a dust storm
I drown the future in the spore of the unborn
contort each thought to fit my different perspective
fuck being the top of the hill as well as well respected
dwell on perfection while looking into broken glass
a distorted record with your words spoken back
broke the back of Atlas as he flung the world
wrote to each second as the pendulum hung & twirled
upchuck & hurl on the edge of reflection & eternity
laugh at hard work because the obsession is invert to me
otherworldly thoughts got me worry free in absurdity
watch as the black hole continues to give birth to me
I laugh again...because I know where that journey leads
take a sip of the poison & bathe in your uncertainty
it never occurred to me that idiots can read past the impurity
but they so shallow theyd drown in the puddles I piss
before they ever catch up they gonna see the subtleties flip
fuck with me kid, I stretch out & double each brick
get you high enough to the point I bury you underneath it...
shit...