Yo, count the beads My meditation's medication counts the pills as trees My evergreen's extraordinary future's in the leaves My channel for the UHF holds VHF and then some magnetic The Northern Fist prophetic with addendums Lord Rao, I conquer That name again is Mr. Plow And thou? Fresher than Mr. Sparkle? Take a bow, and how Disrespectful to dirt until it hurts My paradise in afterbirth was Kurt Cobain and dim sum "Nevermind" the hymn sung, the Pope into the casket I'm scattershot, the random thoughts lay cases into baskets Great dane versus mastiff, dog eat dog Crack cocaine versus the last spliff, and cop sees all Slippin' into somethin' special, a little decadent Thinkin' 'bout how the pencil can make you drift a bit Into the perfect distancin', magnificent Disappearin' from the scent of mags spent on the innocent We needin' that getaway, like height to featherweights 'Cause the hyper life need tender, take commercial breaks Consequently I meditate to get it straight, elevate Set my chamomile, contemplate Inner child, feed her needs While bein' conscious and not lettin' narcissism bleed through So I'm in the mental field up to my knees' boots Readin' away, healin' and writin' a verse a day to nurse the pain The therapies are perfect form of play Validates, needin' to isolate from looks of ice grill hate When ostracized by smiles of fake I sleep like a baby, but when I wake up, I feel grown When the weather's getting rainy, I can feel it in my bones We got the South, East, West, North Put it all together and it spells SEWN That's what I'm on Needles, thread, and patternin' Obsessive collection, Fabric: The Gatherin' David collects friends, he hoards experience I fear his FOMO, OP much but never trend Video David, the idiom maven Doom scrollin', news cycle chasin' Do fish piss? Man that's some horseshit Don't look me in the mouth, I'm gifted, need to get my grill fixed I'm gettin' to the point of keepin' it real I'm kinda lyin' sayin' music ain't payin' no bills One time I signed a deal, I thought that would be heaven But that cash ain't gon' last past the 27th I'm going crazy 'til I go nuts Hell, it's time to make the donuts It's time to make the donuts, yeah yeah yeah Is change truly possible? Can something realistically move the obstacles? Can I turn this inclement weather tropical? With or without a war machine? 'Cause I'm so tired of livin' here Fuck Joe an' COBRA, I'm joinin' the Iron Grenadiers So paint my head gold, I'm sharp as a shootin' leghold Puttin' hand-written fortunes in vegetarian egg rolls, yeah Indie rappers deserve government subsidies Or else we'll make other discoveries And have to publish findings reluctantly A way where it's no way, don't say Only paint where it's okay And then appropriate how I disobey You talkin' outta both sides You gotta die a little bit to ghostwrite, oh my