Originally Posted by
.5KutSkeleton
pacing in my ancient pad I count grains as they drop from the hourglass
contemplating on power's past,
as I concentrate I'm showered in shattered glass
play the patterns on hidden paths,
sinsured by the gift of gab, I am ignorant and illiterate in my wisdom's class
no benefits, I'm broken and shit cash
dizzy from a pen's blast,
I pull the pin, shift gears and spin past
spit hieroglyphs and get lifted from the thinnest pads,
wings get clips and flying fish get bagged
repent from a sinner's craft? It's not likely,
my spliff's ash assures me the bomb is lively....