Crushed to dust so I pick up all the pieces
crush them together till they build a new thesis
like when the water drips from my once colder
shoulder, warmer oh maybe now I can hold her
the right way, as long as the night stays
I could really get used, to these bright days
but I can't settle yet
got to write, got to rap, got to move, got to jam it
all into a groove, and make it feel smooth
but I ain't got the time to waste and just wait
and I ain't got the patience to lose
got just enough gas in the tank to cruise
wait I meant coast, never meant to boast
through a single line I wrote against the pitter patter on the
window when the basement leaks he's bare footed
i'm too damn rooted tough weed in the dirt
so I weave when I work and I keep it in a verse
can the worst still be, worth what I hurts it me
personally, i'm far from the first to see
their hand transform into a monsters paw
with a large set of claws, and an army of clawed
up skeletal structures, harbored in the closet
some still armored, the homage they paid
was they're solace,
I stand bloody before you
a six foot mystery, who the hell can solve this
simply complex as the quantum of all of us
what's the
quantum of love
quantum of passion
quantum of hatred
quantum of reaction
re-flex re-mote re-move re-sult
cause and effect and the pain that it holds
he left, she's gone, he moved, she sulks
cause and effect and the pain that it holds
emotional sewer system, eyelid drain holes
rain pours down and my roof gives in
the rain is figurative, the give in is literal
get it, it's like a fist full of pitiful
like the minimal at your pinnacle is typical
another invisible centerfold been at home
wondering why you bend over for everyone and everything
just back packing through mind all alone
….wondering when you'll finally run into your back bone
you know your cold but it can't be that far gone
cause you still feel the shiver when it shakes up your spine
when you hear a rhythmically inclined rhyme climbing up
the side of the deprived of sight who place to much faith
in the sobriety of time to just spread their wings and fly

everyone thinks he's moves are so calculated
but he's too fucked up that's why his hands move in circles
the only time he sobers up is when you're having fun
and he realizes he's free now in these moments
even you recognize how time flies, so
if he does it with hands, then why can't you?