[ Featuring Samurai Banana ]
Rough Waters
Oblivion never falters, it just settles on a perspective to provide
Objectionable prospects towards wealth as measured by time
I broke every sundial on the island trying to provide a place to hide my confidence in my ability to spread the mind thinner than the veil
All do hail, but only a few ain't pissed
All mortar, no pistil
Ducking underwater to miss the whistle
Hope the lifeguard ain't sniffed you out
Trying to live life past the time allowed
She politely bowed out before the passing of the crown
Every head hung in the crowd
The cycle of life grips the script and suggests to read-a-long out loud
Every passage scrawled in the hearts of the giants who declared her character to stand taller than them all
Pocket universe full of love disguised as a peppermint-filled purse
Her final rest looked as peaceful as any late-evening slumber
An April shower like none-other
Deep inhale
Flowers don't travel beyond the pale
But the scent of her lavender still does trail
We hope this reaches you in time
The love you gave was so sublime
92 to 29, we chase the light you leave behind
We hope to spread the message of
The hope you shared, the way you loved
29 to 92, we spread the light past those you knew
Stress-shedding my locks at the repass while trying to avoid eye-contact
Connected to strangers through floral arrangements and the praising of a dead saint
Corporate paint job all across the face of this holy place, smells like a highschool gym fighting off decay, or maybe that's just the bittersweet mask on my face
Grace extended anyways, the occasion is too bleak for shapes & fakes
Thems the f*ckin' breaks
Stomping the metal like a wah pedal
Slamming spirits and clamoring spirits reaching do re mi fa levels
They sing confusion in my sleep
I wake up just to wake up to be unsure if it was a dream
4am to 4am to questioning if I'm still asleep
Did she even die or am I still paralyzed from the nightterrors I swore I outgrew when I started smoking weed
14 going on 40 years & fortnights with no sign of a closed circuit
Don't even know if God is God anymore, if he's there what's his true purpose
Did he want to be god or is that just the white man's wording
I only want heaven to be real for the angels who've died before me
When it's my time, avert the light
I'd rather be blindfolded while riding to the other side
We hope this reaches you in time
The love you gave was so sublime
92 to 29, we chase the light you leave behind
