playing ball in the court yard, after dark
smoking weed in the staircase, stalwart
the natural way to go, was up close
just keep that weed packed, and that caine out your nose
when the shrooms kick in… whole different thing
keep the pressure off these thin skin fellows
otherwise they’ll be left with just themselves
and reality is sure to kick the doofus in the pelvis
the art lays in the mastery of pushback
I just wanna get high, twist knobs, that’s that
but indeed, yeah I might need the detox,
help me stop death in its track, still
you can say what you will, but all that shit,
doesn’t kill like the bottle will do it for you
puts you in a different phase and before you even know it
with the grace of god in outer space too
earned his stripes in the academy of space
ready to take one for the team, in fact then
why not indeed for the entire human race
looking back then, might as well’ve made him a captain
left behind on the edge of what’s happening
navigating through, like it ain’t a damn thing
like it ain’t a damn thing
picking up shit everyday anew again
goes without say, dead straight aim
he got back, it just seem a different place
no room left for all that dust from outer space
why, what’s the norm here?
who that motherfucking chimp that make the rules clear?
he just wanna know before he bring out the works
fuck mincing his words, he be up on his black horse
