Cloisters - Armand Hammer

tripping balls on the bank of the hudson

earth rumbling

reevaluating my function

tongue tungsten

melting down they assumptions

i got a hunch

they acting out of need of some substance

after grilled pepper shrimp

i hiked my hand up her sundress

vivid gradient sunsets

12 steps

start at zero

fear no

sacrificial lamb in a gyro

here go

fresh out the roach coach

my beard long

try not to impose on folk

and clones alike

beholden hype

imma show u right

sound of mind

one way boarded flight

twinkling lights

over my city

unlike any

bust my hump for these nigger pennies

it been deep

like sinkholes for repent freaks

under mi sensi

feeling extra sensory

grip slippery

citrus piffery

400 year old trees whisper how they sent for me

kush school of mystery

if u cool ill waive the entry fee

knowledge reigns supreme

over nearly everyone

peace scientist

zions lion

I’m on 12fifth (125th)

(Woods)

Nonstop to DC free wifi

far removed from the days of New Century

Chinatown Bus lines

weight in the duffel weighing on my mind

things change

bag full of laundry now been a long time

Red Line train get off just rained

smells like mulch and pine

let myself in moms sleep

cut the light pull the covers under her chin

kiss her cheek

she still with the Camry 96 take it for a late night

slide past spots where we used to get right

spill cigar cuts in dark cuts tip 40s under porchlights

But it’s houses where those woods was

strange faces

kinda bugged my peoples gone out the hood

Up county in bracelets over drugs

or got a job, a wife, up and moved cuz

respect due

certain point you gotta stop eating baby food

night breeze the trees whisper truths I breath green

knock the cherry off on my shoe

parked at the park for old times sake sittin on the trunk

wishing you was there to watch for Jake