I can't get no sleep, sleep, sleep.
I structure,
walls, skins, paintings.
Nobody at this height,
above the ideas like a durag.
Posthumous tongues, yellow sky, turmeric.
The one who doesn't want also smokes,
pure lethal pulmonary conduct.
If you don't pay, it's not a home.
And without love it's not a family.
Outside four walls,
leaning on a wall in the big city.
Stories made smoke,
chains between the mist,
spitting purple bubbles,
like a rainbow of codeine.
I structure,
walls, skins, paintings.
Nobody at this height,
above the ideas like a durag.
Posthumous city, yellow sky, turmeric.
Sand and lead on my wound.
I structure,
walls, skins, paintings.
Nobody at this height,
above the ideas like a durag.
Posthumous city, yellow sky,
turmeric.
Sand and lead on my wound.
I can't get no sleep.