Fear Of A Still Pond

By:
Anonymous Author

I'm, Cloud Chasin'
And Sound Scapin
A mild scrape inside the jaws of this lion requires my patience
So this stasis
Is a tuned station
93 BPM FM
No commercial breakin'
Only takin' whats given
Given whats at stake is
This miniscule hole in the wall
So this fast I'm breakin'
I hope I aint forsaken
But I gotta make it
The street playin for keeps
And time is a wastin'
Fuck submittin' applications to a system thats racist
Bankin' on what xxxxx xxxxx built in the ancient
Now they claim I aint shit
Gotta build my own future
Solar system's waiting for commands like computers
Can't sit aside and get stoned like Medusa
Gotta get this Milk and Honey and mend my medulla
The country wanna school us
Get us in debt so they can rule us
Still can't find a job so when we rob they institute us
Beat us down and shoot us
We get down and shoot up
To get back to the clouds for a while to rap wit Buddha
Fall back to ground like rain splashes
Life flooded with no action
On no axis
And no plane
But still want the A-Train like Coltrane in this cold game tryin to make your name
Now you manifested a seed
What you thought never became
It was all in vain
Now the hustle heats up
You scattered like Osiris body
Dreams and goals become only a mental hobby
In the lobby
Of your jobby
In between sweeps
Angry to the core wit ya Queen between sheets
Disconnected in between skeets
Unresponsive when its time for you to teach
Unalive on the corners of the streets
I shoulda woulda coulda, is now how the man preach
Asleep...