a flash of light, and I was heard, a mass of Life, but I was word, the stab at my Mother’s flesh made me stir, I’d at last catch a ride with her to try the Earth, I come from the One, and I am the Son, I change colors some, cause I got my manhood on, a- mazed and struck dumb, by this material fun, I’d be crazy not to do some investigating of everyone and everything, in my dreams, I was the silver screen, beating up the bullies who were used to being very mean, let’s pledge allegiance to a piece of fabric, make it seem like we could manage our way to montessori amidst the bad traffic, and if I ever got mad at my brothers and smacked ‘em around for being clowns, I got my ass kicked, by this bright, lucid figure I called Mom, who let me wear superman underoos as a costume to pre-school prom, when I kissed dana, corey would grab her, and start shit, but since corey graduated, dana’s been kissing clark kent, the mild manners were granted from Dad, being a hater was bad, remaining a skater made them so sad, but where else can one acquire such stealth, such a wealth, of coordination and training that makes the body yell for help, so Christian Science girls could come and cast their spells. it’s Love, that enabled me to miss her, it was my parents shag rug, that made me french kiss my baby sitter, sex and drugs only showed me possibility unfolding, if I dug up your secrets, I bet I could find them quite rewarding, like having sex in your own sect, when there are none left to get with of opposite origin, but more than enough orifices to wet, teeth clenched, lunch later, better get the tape checked, make for sure it never surfaces to get your name wrecked, it’s Love, that made me think some smell like tuna fish, and privileged enough to have some ask, “are my boobs too big?” the tug and pull, feeling of filling full, beautiful slits, sexy like the blessed shes who freely use their clitorises, created in a way with which one could stay for days within her womb, but to get back to that I have to outlast the tomb, so why do I feel like I’ve got to master my high so soon, lest my eyes never learn see her as a bridegroom, at high noon, Love will stand erect at full affection, be like the sun dial, the shadow never doubts the message, I’m a fun time, and done with test presses, so let’s play, I’m the next contestant to experiment with miss.

do you want to be my grrlfriend? do you want to be my sweetheart? the smell of you is getting me off… our little friends are getting harder… a cliché thing to say for sure, feets in fishnets were the lure, my first girl only wore velour, so I’m thinking this fire truck’s more mature, I checked the curvature, of her furniture, but since Saturday Night died I’m uncertain, until words are heard, like verbs to nerds, it’s important—for I may end up disturbing her, and that wouldn’t work, I’d feel like a jerk, and I’d have to ask her back for my sweatshirt, my neck would hurt from the stress when I’m less than perfect, and she might wanna cut like kurt, nervous? yes sir, got game? never! walked up like, “hi…my name is…yours, girl,” she smiled back like that’s pure manure, and while bush was killing arabs like The Cure, I said, “let’s say we stray from sex, to be sure,” she said, “baby, you’re way too demure.” she’s like “uhhh…give it to me!” I’m like dave chappelle, “…naaah…see,” “baby, don’t tease me, like baywatch, on TV, breathe into me deeply,” I said, “maybe I’m just kind of sleepy,” “maybe you’re just gay, if you can’t feel the way my heart is beating!” could’ve made me mad and seething, but I simply snapped her g-string, she was ready for some faster breathing so I had little red, riding wood, weeping, teed-off on g-spots like mtv pop, and shot colors when she rocked my peacock

Sonshine who is this princess, who’s such a winning baroness, innocence made sinfully sexy like grinning parises, she shined like I’d been feasting on carrots for several meals, my mind was spinning faster than a political ferris wheel, but parker lewis can’t lose it, right?—according to fox—for Ferris with jennifer aniston as sloan wasn’t as hot, wrong place, at the wrong time, but this grrlfriend is all mine, I’ve been waiting to blessed by Love, and it’s a long line, and she thinks I’m so fine, first time she laid eyes on me, security clapped her with a clothesline, the way I wanted her was so kind, so natural, so real, so happening, like I stumbled into a gold mine, captain, attention! like I was in the military one time, but even she suggested our contract remain unsigned, she felt so familiar, like beck or even sublime, and that’s when I realized, grrl, you’re my sonshine! wow, I wanted her to stay, and be a fixture, I put her in lots of positions and took plenty of pictures, our energy was heavenly, we made a raging mixture, we eventually took my sperm and her blood to create the elixir, sounds like some sex talk right? for bigger ratings, but this was for real originals, like our elixir paintings, we studied every inch of each other, some places more than others, only to find there more be discovered by being better Lovers, she showed me how to be carefree, she would tinkle right in front of me, and I could drop deuces with ease, we walked in the park, had sex on benches well after dark, but indecency tickets were expensive to bother with, Love in the hi-point theatre restroom a better alternative, her G-spot was shocking and pleased me to be learning it, she said I think I’m going to pee because of the way you’re working it, as it turned out, her little girl, squirted a bit of that… damn grrl, you rock! that wasn’t sex—that made my heart stop, I don’t want to check the clock yet, I already got my socks wet, the threat is gone so what’s next? cloverleaf necklaces and over-worked appendages, brunch at mokabees was the breakfast of lesbians, I could relate more than my date with brunching artists, I had similar tastes, in the ways of munching carpets, a book reader, NOOO…longer the lonely sail, blown off course, the page of course, to find the holy grail, I was sir nance a lot, who lanced her twat and made her laugh a lot, I loved her during the dark ages since I was in her pants a lot, God she made me hot! my jaw must’ve dropped like bobby socks on catholic high school girls doing body shots, with skirts that flop back for easy access, and rock me like Agape prophets, when in rome, party hard like mardi gras kid, party on garth, party on wayne, she told my coconuts, at first I thought she was done dosed up or just robotussed, but, she suggested this with giddiest wit, you have the prettiest pric, I’m only giving thanks for a custom fit, WHOA! that’s it, forget about all other chics, we hammered out the contract, and too legit to quit! this was bliss, word to jehovah’s witnesses, she was a widow spider, I was trembling with every kiss.

STOP! the room just rocked, like when Obiwan dropped his saber, and Vader chopped his face off. I strained to talk, some face paint flaked off, I finally found out where my date had taken off to, (where dude?) there, she lied, beside the hide of a crotched cock (?) that better not have made it inside her loading dock! please, God, let it still be locked, like chastity belts equipped with guillotine and chopping block! EWWW!!! blood would splatter on my fat Mad Hatter hat and fatter over-size shoes that came with the costume, the tag was still on it, Mom had just bought it and brought it from target—training wheels still in the starter kit—but this was just a girl, in some bad kitty litter, her cute little curls drenched in sweat and fairy glitter, labia swollen, laid cold as Dave’s winters… HOW COULD SHE HAVE SEX WITH MY BABY SITTER?!? he got off and got up, got dressed and got out, snickered at my lack of whiskers as he left the house, now I understand why guys tattoo stained tears, tragedies break us, but sometimes it’s nice to stay here, he stopped and said, “Yo, what’s your problem kid?!” I struck a pose similar to the heisman tin, then got shy again, looked at my size tens, “nothing…” lips shrunken, skunked like a heineken, he spat in my face Dad!!! he told me go menstruate at home, and blood stained my pad! he stole my whole banana stand, my Soul turned cold like the Koran up in the Taliban,  death was pitched black, slow-throw, underhand, but I can’t escape the spotlight like the running man, it’s something, I don’t think you understand, I’M FRONTING LIKE FONZIE WITH THE FACE OF RICHIE CUNNINGHAM!?! [Boris] a clown fell down that day, and he will never sound the same. come came a sob from the sad face. Love was robbed in a single take. now he powders his fake nose with self-hate, creates drama, promising to partake. Love got puffed away, found out about the whole human race…so he slowly slipped into his cave.

miss dramafiend, although I Love you dearly, I can’t accept this logic, with witch, you’re so endearing, how many men do you know would be happy, getting to watch their grrl get fucked up weekly with a guy she wants to call her baby daddy? I’m always there when you’re needing me, but when you’re out with him, hmmm, I keep seeming to see this repeating theme: you get drunk and high with a guy, who spent repeated times, trying to impregnate you in aggressive sexual drive-bys? even after you’ve proclaimed your love for another, he stole it again and again, like bow down to your real lover bitch, and what did that lead to? bullshit stories and the wonderful discovery that controlling men actually makes you horny, and although that was then, and this is now, he was never held accountable, and you were never shown how, so if I want to be your man, I CAN’T! unless I accept the fact that this new rapist will always play a part in your pants! ohhh, right, but he grows the best weed in the world, and tends to his plants with more respect than his so called 
girls, I guess it’s best to forgive and forget, again and again, since you wouldn’t want to wreck his chances of becoming the next Malcolm X, I just don’t understand, why you would ever bother, to honor, a fucked up individual who treats you just as badly as your father had, and I get to hang out, and the drink the bath water, FUN, here let’s toast, to your awe inspiring act that deserves a fucking oscar. you penned a play that was way too see through, how do you think you can lead true, when your fear of abandonment leads you? I still want you to win, but you need him, and want him to need you, too, so pardon me if I don’t play a role in “taming the shrew.” (breakup) how could you say those things? FUCK YOU! no one’s ever been that cold to me. So this is the real you, you’ve been bullshitting me this whole timeit’s all been a lie! YOU’RE THE REASON I HATE MY LIFE! I won’t be stepped on by your pair of issues, I’ll Love you forever, and of course I will forever miss you, I know you think you’re the greatest, I would never want to fix you, but sometimes, I feel you’d only Love me if I hit you, it’s like he this hammer, that you’re holding in your hand, and you keep hitting yourself again and again, looking at me like, “can’t you under-stand?” pleading with me to see how much it hurts, how much you hate it, how much you can’t stand to be treated like this, but as soon as I say shit, like: “quit hitting yourself girl, come on, drop that tool,” FUCK YOU—DON’T EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO! well that was worth it, all the pain in the world is running through your circuits, in a cursed cursive hand written script, where you see yourself as worthless, until you save this victim from his undeserving purpose, and hurt those men who must be trying to coerce you into their circus, to make you dance their dance, and turn you into some sort of servant, IT’S BULLSHIT! I told you this, but I don’t think you ever heard it, so I’ll place my lost love into one last punch worded perfect, you created this bitch of world, girl, you deserve it!

me…a Perfectboy, borderline polyanna, w/key to the scriptures of true Love and not the one they hand ya, you…curiosity with a killer cat, a rebel with an active plan to change the man up in the miller hat, him…a question mark, mentioned hardly ever except when he’d call and hang up on her when it was getting dark,
-she said he knew how to manipulate, and had a way of showing up late, to add his own twist of fate, me…the blind optimist with love that’s either hit or miss, and why not forget about him, ignorance is bliss, you…totally down to build a plan with jonathan, and till the land, and then kill it with the same hand, him…though not oblivious to her mischievous lasciviousness w/ me, getting her back in the sack would be the best inevitability, for his pride and her desire to hide, and my time, oh yeah, I wanted to go on this ride. me…a hopeless romantic, pained but looking to dance, with a wildcat I smiled at, opened the cage and took a second chance, you…overjoyed at the outcome, what was now done was done, we could move through misunderstandings like wow we won, him…not the winner he’d like to be, shunned by socie- ty, due to his skin color, not exactly a fan of white meat, except for her, and that empathetic way she had of making him feel complete, even if that meant she had to cheat, me…a Lover, not a lady killer, maybe bitter, but lately, driving myself crazy playing the babysitter, you…an attention getter, binge drinking pushed the letter and when you pushed me close to the edge, you liked me even better, him…content to lie and wait, for her next escape, even if she passed on his dish for the better plate, even if she’s passed out in that drunken state, at his place, and even if having sex with her that way is still considered rape, me…sad now, waiting for the end, since she doesn’t really Love, she just likes to play pretend, you…wanting love from two men, so much she had to trick them, one lets her love herself, the other helps her love a victim, him…truly a child of god, but based on the way he behaves, he must think he was never smiled upon, he’s in constant danger, and it was only my anger that initiated my only contact with this stranger, me…a hypocrite, if I think these things then I can be them, I’m only casting stones at my own deceiving, you…well at least he had some great bud, but you can’t lie and take Love, that’s not real, that’s fake as your makeup, him…the addiction and an addict too, to money, adrenaline and this girl, but I’m not mad at you, I’m finished, there’ll be no clapping this afternoon, but at- least I play a good captain on this ship of fools.

[Serengeti] cause the last relationship, blew me up, it really blew me up…shit…no… cause the last relationship, fucked me up, I…you treat me good, but I beat you up, not a good way to get grip-on stuff, living in your own head, man that shit is rough, for him, or him, (cough, cough) again and again, feeling like the king of the spin, master of shit, jager and shit, I’ve done this again, like when does the venom begin, shit man, venomous swim, swimming in your own harem of sin, sinning again and again, fitting in the center of let’s get this again, not this again, I’m sorry for the infant I’ve been, I’m sorry for the infinite times I’ve said this again, I’m sorry for the infant I’ve been, I’m sorry for the infinite times that I’ve said this same shit again, baby. the last relationship, fucked me up, cause you had treated me good, but I treat you rough, baby, not a good way to get a grip on things, living in your own head like, I’m a king, shhhhh…goddamn, baby…I should’ve… for the infinite times, I’m sorry for the infant I’ve been… (was it me, was it you?) I’m sorry baby the infinite, for the infant I’ve been, for the infinite times that I’ve said this same shit again, I’m sorry for the infant I’ve been… [Hi-Fidel] cinnamon buns, show me them cinnamon buns, cinnamon, buns show me them cinnamon buns, cinnamon buns, show me them cinnamon buns, cinnamon buns, show me them cinnamon buns, I forgive you frita, I forgive you rita, hey, keep the fucking rug, just leave me the cheetah print, with the pita and all the rent, all the presents that were sent and your presence is, no longer required, I’ve absolved you, and there’s more to it than you think, I’m sick! I got like two weeks and I never left the hood, so let’s exchange pleasantries, and I’ll be gone for good, you’ll never have to worry, if I’ll come looking for you, your children will be safe, and danger will ignore you, I just think it best, that we forgive and remember, on this cold wintry day, in the dawn of December… cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon… [JToth] you’re gone now, you went and left our carriage, you were so money and didn’t even know it, put death before marriage and even after, the mess left behind was unfair, but I guess you didn’t care enough to water the plants while I was away, and let the cats play, with your life and mine, we were supposed to live by the divine, you let your sex drive detour the road signs, to travel by your own con- trived and overly calculated design, that wasn’t even that original, suck the juices from me to steal my vitamins and minerals, commandeer my school of thought and play the porn star general, (I know you never meant it though!) it feels like I’ve been taking pills, when I feel your tentacles come back, I want to riddle in reverse, idle, and fix my clutch fast, I always end up remembering to breath last…and then it hits me, why my Heart remains so sickly, I get caught up in stuff and forget to forgive me, I gotta forgive me, and this of course, applies to you, I forgive you, for putting a disguise in front of your eyes, I forgive me, for fearing ever since the first time, no more, I need to be free, I forgive you and will continue to as true friends do, I for forgive me for the truth I put out and put us both through, the verdict is out, CASE CLOSED, my heart is ajar for you, I’M INNOCENT AND YOU ARE TOO.

well, here we are again…just you and me, I don’t need a friend, maybe two or three, that’s me myself, and I, happiness will be awhile, until I remember how to freestyle right, man, I see bland faces, floating next to me, is this my destiny? Hope not, or I might throw up, to lose the recipe, man, I sure can stay inside my head, and play dead, like night of the living white dreads, who want to be angry, but them seem frightened, sort of reminiscent of clash of the teen titans, I used to have a girlfriend, but it was time to go, when she was trying to show, how much hate she could still taste from things that happened awhile ago, it was wearing thin, but I can be a trifle slow, es- pecially on a tourniquet that should’ve stymied her flow, I never earned her full bliss, it went wrong, but my permagrin is quite strong, like 500,000 miles long, cry on, cause I’m like the swan, and if this mic is on, I guess I might stay on long enough to write this song, yeah, right, it’s hype. get your clothes girl. I don’t have the time or mood to make your toes curl, no more open mics? no sir, ever since you laid the cold hurt, it’s a ghost world, NEXT, a strict regiment of sets on the bowflex, chromium to mold flesh and wheat grass to show the rest, meditation and some slow stretching, let the mind go to rest when necessary, speaking of which, no sex, it’s a time to heal, not a time to hate, and don’t try to keep it real in such a sad state, just be depressed for a sec, and if it ends late, be like yeay! I made through to the next day. The best say, you can’t stay in one place too long, the rest say, you’re gay if you still like those old love songs, the test press day is now, I best press play and taste the sound, just in case I see a queen and want to checkmate her style, and we could just embrace, or ride out, but right now, I’m still looking for love inside my hideout, it’s really nothing to cry about, but when I’m out patience with my mistakes, it’s like, “God, get the white-out!” “…and there are doubts, in your abilitity, there’s too many blind, in your analogy,” [DOOM] what a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us, Love/hate to raise the heart rate up to your chest to bust, and leave you with just enough stress to cuss, ooh trouble, two’s a couple, three’s treacherous, and got you open like the high seas, hoping like deez for the squeeze on live G’s, …jive turkeys, they lucky if they survive the depths of hell, it’s murky, jerky, come on work with me, see how she’s twerking the skirt with tits perky, a flirt with a smirk that could body you in one shot glance, and let ‘em rot, I’m like, “not a chance, hot pants!” run feet, and keep from off front street, that sizzle like the blunt heat, with business that’s for under sheets, creep on secret missions, peep it, or else be in some deep shit, with more fishes to sleep with.

when my right foot stomped and my left foot slipped, my stuntwood popped and my breath done quit, it took 666 attempts to catch a kickflip, then it all went click, happy days, I was cool like the Fonz, but thrasher pages paved concrete pools for Gonz, handrail darkslide, even beyond Rodney, and Powell looked like the darkside to be on see, H-Street was skating, without snap, crackle and pop, one commandment, “Thou shalt shackle me not!” even Danny Way strayed and left the folly, and Matt Hensley introduced me to the melancholy, ollie off launch ramp, grab backside, tweak front leg, point down, that’s nice, posers, don’t go apply, there is no try, just 43 degrees of Ray’s no complys, but nowadays, young’uns sprung tongues like powersprays, knowing all the trick’s names, Hawk found a way, to make a profit off a perfect sport without a date, and blow it up like a skate-pop powder keg, SK8 OR DIE! 4 wheels, 7 plys, the only way to fly, SK8 OR DIE! Switch-kickflip-mctwist, try to find a greater high, SK8 OR DIE! What about hockey players and rollerbladers, they count right? SK8 OR DIE! I only ride boards made in China…psych! I can’t forget about Natas, a larger man, watching him and Ron Allen ollie over garbage cans, Vallely ran thru the cemetery like what a drag, World Industries was his escape from Alcatraz, Tony Magnu slowed the focus, when his pros got loose for Hokus Pokus, even though it sucked, when Mike T went R.I.P., at least to start Plan B, and that’s when skaters went all the way, from Tom Penny to Sheffey to Colin McKay, stalling may-days and replays and not the game, playing raps so us punks aren’t all the same, like Eric Koston who stays on strong, to the Pro Boarder players who can play along, and when Dae Won Song pulls tricks like Rae Don Chong, for everyone’s sake please, skate on long! SK8 OR DIE! When breaking an ankle really makes you want to cry, SK8 OR DIE! Like when I used strength shoes to help me ollie high, SK8 OR DIE! My trucks went from tight to loose, and then back to tight, Hold up, wait a minute…hey Blaine, you still ride, right? [Blaine Zapain] right. the ollie impossible was my schtick, I was hardly unstoppable as Templeton, Donnie Barley made a great grind backwards Smith, but Solomon Agah was first full time switch, Steve Berra did my first boards grip and I skated with Jeremy Wray, when I was a kid, when he visited Prin, he was good then, but he couldn’t ollie handrails yet and I did, Guy Mariano make Powell look sick, but Blind looked better when they took his stick, then Jason Lee crazily hooked into the flicks, and Mark Anthony went and killed his chick (?) well, at least Hosoi’s still legit, like watching Sick Boys is still the shit, thank God Stacy went and filmed this bitch, yester- day I tre’ flipped, and it still went click. SK8 OR DIE! Most of you dudes are like my parents, you just don’t understand, SK8 OR DIE! And all you posers out there, I have the upperhand, SK8 OR DIE! Come on guys, this isn’t a video game, SK8 OR DIE! And if you have no coordination, I guess you’re just kinda lame, but to those who do, peace, like Aarto Saari, Ronnie Creager, Bryan Herman, Mark Appleyard, Bastian Salabanzi, P.J Ladd, Brandon Biebel, and Bam Margera, Rick McCrank, and I can’t forget, Jerry Hzu, eh and you young dudes, like Ryan Sheckler, come on man, you’re making the rest of us look bad, cut that shit out now.

[hook - JToth] Gorgess…you got me wondering who… Gorgess…just stepped on through… [JToth] Good golly miss molly, you got me geeked like wally, stuck your hand inside me like kermit the froggy, pulled out my heart cold and soggy, but since your such a hottie, you turned me into a warm-blooded pollywoggy, WOW, okay, wait, I normally don’t do this, but on a whim, I thought it may be a good idea to drop on in, if I’m way off base, I’ll slow down the pace like clona- pins, by the way I’m J-Toth, but you can call me Jonathan, great scott, is it hot? what, me blushing? a- fraid not, no, Geti just told me the russians are coming, must be my fever running way too high, ooh I’m sick with it al- right, but this sickness I couldn’t pass on and call a legitimate mic, because it’d be a bit of a bite, something rappers really don’t like, but copyright infringement is only flattery right? speaking of which, miss bliss, I could babble on all night, please have a seat, I insist, let me locate your spotlight. [Tucker Booth] so many beautiful women, so little time, Love the sunshine, up in the sky, the teardrops in your eye the sorrow in your look is beautiful, girl it’s unusual, let’s get down together, and hop into the swimming pool, I Love little children’s faces, I Love girls and guys of many different races, if you taste this, you can place this next to HOT in your chamber, gorgesss, lovely, romantic, the danger, it’s the panic that you feel, the nervousness inside, the people who recognize the fact that gorgesssnesss can’t hide, so Shine, bright like the Phoenix, travel round the planets down to Jupiter, and round the rings of Venus, and people always talk about genius, but what I think’s so lovely is the fact that all my artist friends are fiendish, so practice telekinesis, I’m so beautiful girl, because I’m hung like Jesus! [Jasmine] well uh-oh, hold up, hold up, wait a little minute, you think I’m the type of girl that you can slide up in it, you gotta handle your business before, you try to get with me, please, don’t try to tempt me, cause my brain’s not empty, I hear you holler “Gorgesss!” when i walk down the lane, but this lame game ain’t enough for me to be tamed, I bet you never even seen a girl that’s quite like me, I got in- telligence and beauty with a little bit of booty, what’s your name? J-Toth, boy please, don’t get me started, holler at your boy Tucker, cause you’ll be broken hearted, must be kinda retarded to try to step to this dame, sucking on that lovecycle’s got you frozen in the brain, Tucker Booth may be president, but Jasmine is Heavensent, Frozen Foods check your messages, you got a new resident, I’m the lovely lady making all the boys go crazy, every time they see me, they say, “I wanna have your baby!” cause Gorgesss is my namesake, you scream it like a mandrake, witchcraft and wizardry couldn’t get you a date with me, “ohhh, no baby, please don’t do! let me get your digits after the hip-hop show!” HELL NO! what you thinking, that I’m some kinda ho? because these boys, they get lined up like dominos, you must be pulling a joke, it’s got to be a lame prank, because this Gorgesss walks around, like her shit, don’t, stink.

oh no…I already did this dance. I’m not doing it again. man, she is fresh though, maybe I could just, hang out, for like a sec… but if she gets into my head, (what’s next?) TANG‘O OF DEATH. yes, amidst the feline flesh, exists the deepest well, I ever chose to wet my lips with, never be- fore was ever uttered a better metaphor, except pussy galore, cause when it rains it pours, and your protagonist, gets pissed with no umbrella, un- less no prophylactic means no contact with Cinderella, I trust my instincts, instead of what they tell you, but I get too deep into them like a gynocolofellow, but right now, my eyes bow and say hello, while my insides are screaming out, like, “hell no!” what if she drops me like drago in speak and spell mode, I might be too broken, to ever get the tale told, well, it’s dark, but I love the smell still, with a broken hearted threat, it’s best kept chill, I want to feel like Napolean Hill blessed our homestead, [hook] but if she gets into my head…she would slip into my bed…she could even split my chest…rip my Heart out in the metaphoric sense, (what’s next?) TANG ‘O OF DEATH. that necklace on her neck it makes it more slender, basically, when she gets naked, it makes for a sure agenda, she comes, even before I enter, and after I tore into her, she turned on my sports center, then she showed up in my recordings, brought her flavor in as- sorted methods, checked into my records for her own reporting, according to stats of the past, she done surpassed all other shorties, SHUT UP! next you’ll tell me she’s into skateboarding, not anymore, she traded in 360 flips for bigger kicks, built for airs equipped with misty flips, cat coordination and wit that’s really quick, man this chic’s sick, [hook] I don’t know what I’m going to do with this. I hope I don’t throw up and spew my bliss, I know my control confuses itself with other uses…usually moving celibate, but it’s the what if’s that let the blues fly, cousin to a few of those maddening bad news guys, I want our love to be truth tried and not true lies, but if she gets into my head…she would slip into my bed…she could even split my chest…rip my heart and make a mess, that would make me want to step, on her face and break her legs, shake her frame just like joe pesc, just to insure that she never will forget this shit. TANG ‘O OF DEATH.

[intro] “…we have a signal.” “negative, houston, we have no signal.” “it’s there to your starboard side, repeat, starboard siiide…” “negative houston, wait…we’re going to change frequencies…” roger wilco, we have established communication our deejay, he straight logged translation, everything seems to falling in place and I’m certainly no expert in this field, I’m a math major, astrophysics were my deal, so, whether or not he’s actually keeping it real, you gotta admit, it does sound niiiiiiiiiice… oh beautiful, press against me, you are such a princess presently, your heart is beating, kinda sorta like a rabbit, not the piece you keep under your mattress, man, it’s been too long, since I’ve got to, make new songs like I rock you, everyday I work, I touch tar, and look for long loving that’s way above par, it must be our creation? or just luck? the way I feel now, I just don’t give enough, I want to find you by my side all the time, let’s go public, I’ll stop by and say hi, oh my, l’ve had my highs, you’ve had mai tais and kind’s been my prize, but my true demise aside from those thighs is the sunrise, and waking up to those eyes. it wasn’t that way at first, I had to reconfigure, my picture of self worth, and considering I missed her welfare check, to tell her I’d better go through hell first, insist to promiscuously well learned, get a head or a hundred visits of swell turns around the block, from cool-j to pac, well versed with poon-tang on too many thoughts, it didn’t have to be that way, but I moved to use my body as a tool to fuze egos to eggshells, pride to primates, the king told me to do so, so I live confused, until I chose to lose, no wonder why my girl makes fire escapes, I wanted to patrol her vision through my rear view, a blunder of epic ethics until I fly straight, the time is now, not the high way, what I say goes no more toward you, ultimatums ultimately make me lie a- wake at nights, and fights break my truth, you gotta be free when you see me, I don’t want to talk to a TV, it’s easily said in my head, but before you end up in my bed, drink from this cup of Love that I bled, I’ve never fallen in love like this, is it normal for me to see this as innocent? your face is full of life, ef- fulgent, and full of light, is this possible? can we actually relate on a point so pure, we’re unstoppable? the labor of love is bittersweet, when two energies really get to meet…

[hook - JToth] once in your life, you find her, you get a chance to crawl inside her, next thing you know, know, know… it’s time to go… [JToth] I guess this is it, it’s time to go, it’s over, but hey, it’s just the end of this particular show, we’ll keep making amends, go shopping together like good friends, and see how much money we can spend, and please, let’s keep being brutally honest, I still will care enough to befriend whoever you hop on next, I’ll try at least, and stay abreast, like nipples on chests, even if he or she makes me uneasy like bomb threats, called in on my glass house, I hope it doesn’t come down in shards, and poison the garden we dug up in the front yard, I already let go my defenses, and took down the barbed wire…and you know our fire took all my whimsy cards, but that’s the whole point, who needs ‘em, the only conquerable here itself is self treason, the wonderful intensity we shared, that’s the reason, it was a hot summer, and now it’s just the end of the season, but look what we’ve accomplished, we’re in love and still breathing, we reached new heights on that rocket and seeing is believing, I’ll always love you, I promise, here’s my keyring, I am vulnerable, and experiencing pure freedom, [Boris] it’s time to go, turn to the next chapter, the risk was worth the show, I’ll remember you forever after, mystery blows emotions into disasters, we howled at the wind, and it turned into laughter. [Shanna] …Jonathan, my Love for you is infinite, it fills up my heart, and flows out of my body transcending context, spilling across time and through space, there is no condition, no belief system, no action that could interrupt my love for me, with you I do not experience the feeling of Love…but instead with you, I am Love

wow, what a trip, but I guess that’s what keeps us coming again, and again and again. however long loves grows, whether 80 seconds or 80 years—nobody knows, but it goes and goes and goes, eventually, it has to rise up and rearrange. why? without change, it dies, Life is one con- tinual driving push to harmonize. that’s why I’m no longer afraid, to taste each day, each different way each lover likes to lay, I get to be continually amazed by the grace, curve and feel, of each body shape. I learned to hold on, but not for too long, cause when the overindulgence gets too strong, you get tossed into an ocean, where wind whips up emotion and friends begin looking like their cooking for costra nostra, can I trust you with my girl, dog? so what does that mean? Is she a bitch or a bullfrog? by the way your blowing up your ego she gets going, on to her adventures in babysitting a secret stolie, I blew up smoke up others’ asses, it came back to choke me, in the end I had to go deeper, and keep it low key, once, I, learn, to, trust my- self, I, earn, what, such a help, my, turn, to, no one else implies a sober mind with luck akin to clover kind, e- nough to get one over mortal mind to find the golden mean, it’s, all, mine, and willed to me, by, my, Dad, willing- ly, to, build, me, like Ayn Rand, I’m Howard Roark with a nice tan, and dive into Love, like trying out some new drug, equilaterally, for those mad at me, like a few thugs, if I can’t be vulnerable, and let go of what I do dumb, I’ll never feel or experience what they call true love, I am Love, experience is nice and all, but feeling like I’m lacking, I’ll be looking for a nice fall, and I’m not talking about a colorful autumn, although leaves dropping would remind me of all I’ve forgotten, like to be loved, I need a ton of fashionable cotton. don’t take a bite son, that Jonathan apple is rotten, if I overeat, my true lover may never notice me, a much lesser chance of letting my boys dance with her ovaries, and I’d never carry her groceries, but then again, it wouldn’t make sense for me to try to climb a fountain, while tending two wild mountain lions, that would suggest I’m slightly needy, if my deceiving was keeping Love around, in case we run out of funds like the greedy, I am willing to Love and lose, and push through what I tend to do stupidly, like those other dudes, repeating mistakes is okay, but it’s like sleeping awake, not too restful way to spend the daze, IN THE END…there is no end, just some rest, re- new, rebuild then jump back in and swim, Life, death, Love, hate, it all really stays the same, a part the All that paves the waves, for my gain or my pain, whichever train I 
take, I’m learning to trade mistakes for birthdays of changed ways, with strange stage presence, the penitent man must pass with a back stage path, over all the masses of evidence piling precedents, up- on presidents, let’s push ‘em off a precipice, and call it what it was, some dead rhetoric, anyone peddling Heaven sent vengeance is the real heretic. it’s all for us, the universe is me, your eyes are the stars in my sky, I’ll never be, this body is martian, equipped with a penis, a delicate genius with empathy from Venus, Love, is, Harmony, and no, army, is needed, to, see, hate, defeated easily, look in the mirror, and just peep the symmetry, see you’re Elohim and leave the reaper in the cemetery, I Love me, and that means I am Free, to create what I really want to be, St. Helias, help the blind see. [hidden track] I Love myself first and foremost, surprise, sur- prise, don’t see no ego though, just a wise guy, the greater ladies, I’m crazy bout the hind sight, you make we go down and set your mind right, the guys too, I spend my time with fine dudes, who stoke their flows with a comb of a fine tooth, the righteous few, looking at you from a nice view, inclined to be too kind, so we’ll find you, some gentlemen resembling the likes of Tucker Booth, need I remind you, my crew is sucker-proof? beats from buRt, that slam like truckers do, Helias with the livest cuts, that’s the utter truth, Serengeti a rarity of an emcee, ripping mics first, then he’s tearing teddies secondary, MF DOOM, and he how loves to finish booze, it was love sent from GM Grimm to get it through to you, many friends, like Jabari, Josh and Bennysheps, Principians who hear this may not be ready yet, but Mom and Dad will still go on and brag, with the Getzschman boys on the map, all songs are in the bag, like F5 fam thowing live jams with Roo and Crucial driving flavor, so fly man! sticking to the same game plan, past the layman, and Fidel, if you see Carl Sagan, could you thank him? for you, J-Cew, and Jerry G too, Jah- Safe freestyles left me with barely a clue, once them Carbondale cats, were known by scarcely a few, but what’s up dudes the world is staring at you! like the first time, Shanna ever saw me, like the first time, I ever made her soggy, like the first time, she told me she was sorry, you know I Love you, like I know you Love Bob Marley, Marlies, because you’re my nerd for life, Yevan, even though I wanted to murder your wife, Erin, keep singing and I’ll serve the wine with Great cheese like Brie, since she fits so fine, oh my! this list makes me so high, like Christian, Reggie and Kelly did back in ’95 or Kermit now, a thug I once heard about, loved him ever since, so you’ll know we’ll always work it out, rocking culture coordination like Lojic, and getting slotted in between them and Core Project, with Mark doing sound, so no clowns get drop kicked, and call Ron, have him bring his hot licks and chop sticks, Dave, for hooking it up at smoothie king, and 
Winter, the cutest and coldest of the groupie queens, I get my beats from Chi-Town duty-free, peace to Pickel, Midas Wells and Dirty Heat, Christy Montana, thank God we found you, now if you could only calm down in the sound booth, like Robin, who likes to read profound truth, and take great pictures, thank Goddess you were down to Sarah, you always made my appetite merry, but working with Tucker Booth must be very scary, since he’s so very hairy, with all that food in front of you, it doesn’t sound very sanitary, I called Kerry, like you, return calls vary, he said he was breaking in the stage at the Monastery, congrats, man, I bet it’s all that, like Fletch rocking live at the Apollo getting all claps, like Mad Lib when he heard the sound of ALL CAPS, like El-P rocking trucker-style ball caps, like me dropping crunker styled raw raps, with Kenautis laughing at me like, oh my God, what do you call that? Tony Hawk, hopping hot like a plate of thai food, fed me, while my friends said, “SK8 or DIE dude!” Ms. Scripter, I guess you made the right moves, pre-pubescent sex was great with like nine pubes, when I learned about a woman’s flower, then I yearned for it for the next eighty billion hours, from the sweet ones and especially the sour, I finally learned how to treat her, and keep my power, my life, my love and all my friends, even my enemies who eventually will become them, St. Louis, like Nelly and the Lunatics, the cost of living is low, so I’m staying used to it, harmonizing and stop fighting, since you might not get to say good-bye, like Andre Risen, emcees on the mic and not in need in of micatin, in fact, I think I might just have to teach a class with them, music, movement, all in the place to be, this whole planet is slamming, and the space for me, even the racists, they really mean no harm, but their blanket stereotypes are keeping them so warm, IGNORE THEM, and go get your own rush, maybe boredom will help them turn into grown ups, everyone is part of the decorum, and means so much all they need from us is just more Love, so SHOW IT! If you’re carrying some bull shit, STOW IT! find a kind seed, by God, please grow it, you are a part of God and you know it, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist, just a poet, sooooo… carry on, ALL ladies and gents, let’s rock an earth party, and make new friends, come on, everybody, let Love in the house, it’s bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out. [Thank you God]