Once upon a time,
in a yellow field of dreams,
I was smelling pine
Lavender apples and dandelions were my valentine
Watermelon rinds, lemon peels, lemon vines
We was feeling fine,
built a little kingdom with a line
Compelling rhymes,
but we was all alone on the edge of the divine
Wondering what happened to the time
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lying in winter cold stares for rigid paths
Crumbled kingdoms in attempts to make our last
Dance for surface to find the greatest purpose defined
By making purposes aligned with haters' curses Lineage,
broke chains and running feet
Finish lines that bind me to a second seat Blue rivers,
guitars,
lead,
belly speak
Old stock of the vain,
birthed villains of Jaws' creak
Squeak,
gleam,
scurvy since beloved birth Results of
friction sparks from a rugged earth
Nuggets cursed like tombs of ancient pharaohs All
swirling in circles with one straight and narrow
All but Apollo's arrow and just enough ammo A bone
marrow to lace my brow while I'm throwing sparrows
Flesh is weapon,
spiritual,
sing a carol And step up to deck,
no matter the tarot
See you at the party,
Victor Maybe you should stick around
Maybe you should chill I think you should do it now
Okay,
got five minutes to finish this * Before I get clipped,
one minute to take this shot
For my heart stopped,
head cracks played out all over the bar top
See you at the party,
Victor Got one day to make my move before I lose
Yeah,
we was wild dudes,
* rules,
but they catch up with you
Cause things never were that simple You should stick around
Yeah,
got one chance to get over,
for us all over
Close but no cigar,
so cremate me tastefully Smoke a spliff and throw me off the Dover
Cliffs Maybe you should chill
Yeah,
got a year to figure out my life Before they hit the lights
Feeling like this might be where I get it right
Living in spite,
now how to outrun the gunpower Somehow I'm done now
See you at the party,
Victor Maybe you should stick around
Maybe you should chill I think you should do it now
Yeah,
saw this on the counter,
goggles on my face My carpentry is so exact,
but I ain't won no race
And still I built a house on wrenches,
nuts and bolts in place
In the lightning thunder bolts of rain I came of age
And fed my family and the famine so faithfully
My watershed consequently my favorite place to be
It ain't a race to me, there is no time involved
In fact,
we're doing timeless things,
it ain't no time at all
We used to wax poetic after hooping basketball
Hurt my wrist in nursing with a split,
laugh it off
As if all injuries disappear eventually
And everything you dream is meant to be,
it ain't
That's when young lion cubs grow a nappy mane
And only focus on catching prey in their happy lane
It ain't a parable,
fable,
legend,
or myth The reason I exist is to spit,
this is it
See you at the party,
Victor Sorry you should stick around
I think you should chill I think you should do it now
See you at the party,
Victor Sorry you should stick around
I think you should chill I think you should do it now