This life is slimy, grim,
a kind of grimey hymn,
You either move like a shiny rim or Tiny Tim.
That lightbulb in our attic though is kind of dim,
Dull knives come to mind
it reminds me of them.
I once told a man that life was like a rat race,
He sat and faced me
and told me i remind him on Nihm.
I asked him if he meant like the wise owl,
I could see his eyes squint
he made the eye scowl.
I remarked that the eyes were the seat of the soul,
He stayed seated
said no son I is a vowel.
I miss the ages of the mystic sages,
Sadistic mages gave us mazes
in heuristic books with missing pages.
And told us find a way,
You felt a kind of way,
When men were knights
and I ain't talkin' 'bout the time of day.
When a rock was a stone
you had to climb away,
But now a rock will get you stoned
and it's the kind you weigh.
I said a rock will get you stoned
and it's the kind you weigh,
Niggas be lyin'
I think they need some time to prey.
But let's play pool
And listen to some Les Claypool,
Some men need blessings bless they crew.
(I said) Some men need blessings,
Yes they do,
I say yes to today
And to yesterday too.
Everything is fine
The mind is like a library,
Do they bury lies? Yes they do.
Frank Mabson (Hook):
I can feel the Earth spinning
Think we all might drift away,
Yesterday a man told me it would end,
But I think he mighta meant today.
You could spend your whole life,
Tryna keep your feet on solid ground,
And still drift away,
And still drift away,
But that's just life.
Verse 2
Some niggas spark and blazin',
I'm like a mark abrasion,
They say I'm too blunt,
You'd think I had the mark of Asians.
I turn dark into light,
I make the dark amazin',
Bring light to dark,
You would swear the night was part caucasian.
Thoughts, semantics,
Fuck yall my thoughts are tantric.
I floss pedantic
Titanic in the lost Atlantic.
We're lost in antics,
Niggas calling Rick Ross satanic.
The cost of panic,
Got me thinking 'bout the cost of Xanax.