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My age is finally catching up with me

I got a busted heel and there’s something ruptured in my knee

My ankles always clicking I think I have tennis elbow

I can’t see at night cause my my sight has just gone to hell so

Fuck it I’m gonna be Crotchety as I want be

Bitch about kids today while bumping rast rfc

All exercise and diet lets try to unblock my arteries

And see if life is worth living while giving up all my carbs and cheese

Yo-I put the horse before the cart my gee

Not trying to be a martyr but my father has some heart disease

And apples don’t fall far from trees

They rot in the orchard this got awkward So please pardon me

My whole rap career has been a self diagnosis

A fraud playing Freud over joyed by the closeness

Sleeping on Strangers sofas seeing my homeys posters

That dick Whitman hobo code some madmen on a road trip

The journey of a lifetime I find it’s been like forever Holmes

Digging through past and laughing at all the Buried bones

All I hear is muthafuckers looking for their forever homes

I’m still out in Brooklyn looking for things I’ve never known

It’s like Alaska where the hell ya been---

I’ve been Forming an LLC dressing like LL bean--

Believe in LL cool J more than Elohim---

It’s elementary essentially it was all a dream---

---I used to read omni magazine

---Carl Sagan and Steven hawking talking laser beams

I sit alone in my four corner room

Like Chris mccandles and vanish in my own nom de plume

I made piece with the broken pieces

Jesus that’s a load of crap

Egregious but I need it I’ve conceded that I’m all but trapped

It’s how the world makes sense to me no deities or entities

I posit an agnostic philosophic point of entry

Essentially it’s OCD meets ODB its woe is me meets spoodioodidopolicious mixed

in for the potency

I guess that’s how it’s sposed to be alone at sea and all adrift

I didn’t choose the music I’m pursuing my own moby dick

But shit that mattered once just doesn’t matter now

----And I can’t even be mad about it

---Sure a little sad nostalgic

Now I’m on a Path Of knowledge add a little apple polish

A Mac book a google search ill even walk the google earth

Like Jules in pulp fiction so quotable with dope writtens

Lost my religion its to made up like them riot girls

And used to push agendas so you end up with this Dying world

Powerless to power shifts

A nifty brand of cowardice Disney LANd ivory tower shit holding on with

Calloused grip

Alarm bells and karma armed with bomb shells my calm appearance armor pierced

Dali Lama swami with the hard sell

Art sells but whose buying lets try a new diet supersede the true grit chewy

nougat with the truth dying

Last gasp a death rattle add a little hash tag a crash and grab with everything

I had up in a trash bag

Still I don’t care much I’m looking for the where what

Who when how why how do I compare plus

I rarified the air but now its terrified by where it dies tied up in loops and

snares succumbed to fear and paralyzed

So take it with a grain of salt Maybe i should plain revolt

Just take back what missing not play victim with the same results

Expecting something different it’s a glimpse into my sanity

A vision of my schism lube the skids up with a can of grease

I have deep thoughts about things that aren’t that deep

Like Back seat of my jeep or night of the creeps

I blasphem cause theres nothing i believe

If i’ve never really been here than I never have to leave

All this space i need to fill it up with something (repeated)