From a summer when things seemed so much in our grasps, the lights blind the eyes of the new born flight. So I ran back to the laboratory invented dreams with no blight. Gasps for air, make me feel like the heir to this gift is harder than excalibur to lift. So I hid working sadly, gladly never ever badly forking off the path for shiny. What you think this descriptions kind of tiny? Or maybe obscure? heh, wish you'd see the cure, I built this like leather, a stripped down surface, too much time swimming under brought me there, remember... breathing, don't be shocked, yet I hope you're gasping. But what you looking back for? Trying to get warm by grabbing on to someone else's fur? I told you this is pleasure like that harley david jacket that club they said was leisure? Don't match the tribe get a new suit, but with a royal flush I throw your weak minds down the chute. 100% lucy? man I'm too busy copping loosey's, while you trying to tap minds like you plaing duck duck goose b. Uplifted, I've shifted, I remember tastes sounds and visions that never even came here, I remember gods you never even thought could be your savior. So savor this flavor of independent total freedom, while you wish your ego was strong enough to build a kingdom. But love tuns fill the airways, and that's why I keep gasping, struggling to fit between the rules in schools were muggle muggers bugger off into the wasp sting. You know that protestant, that makes protests ants to this size of a wallet, but fuck it, I crawl it, sneak under radars and teach us all to appall shit. Eating loops, scoops, new nudes and crude crews diggin out black gold, but givin it to whites, I'm just tryin to show how wall street backers turn your money into 20 grams of white. Oh well noone really reads what I write, so mabye on this night my music from the summer will bring you sight. PEACE rekuiem.