Eyes to the Sky

Head in the clouds while I'm on the ground and yet
both eyes to the sky like I still aint found it yet
where I'm at my own constellation
Like Gagileo on mental house arrest so you can feel safe if it's any consolation.
Spaceship head trip from burnin in the sun just
dilated eyes high like a shuttle
head rush smokin dead kush now that's a high motherfucker!

I have always been a gent so I think that I will bring her
I have always been a earner not a burner so I will pay for her dinner
I have always been a rapper so I'll never be a singer
Always been a smoker like I've never been a drinker
Always been a free fighter and a free thinker
Always been an immortal god older than any king sir
immortal countless and young sap your blood like Count Dracula
with the molecular making the secular
mental spirit appear in front of your spectacles its spectacular
Maybe I'm your type
I'm the type to get high with no drugs and
get by with no lovin'
bet life with no money
build up an empire and
set fire to all of it like fuck a vision fuck a goal.
Walk on hot coals
that's the daily chore
walk on water, swallow gasp and ask for more
that's all I know.
Walkin' down a endless bending road
take a break for a quick fuckin' smoke
now I'm under pressure I don't remember
which direction to go
I'll just keep walking and hope
watch the wind hit the trees and the crows
walk past the dope fiends out for a wicked stroll
like this really is the fuckin' yellow brick road
white bricks and yellow rocks are stepping stones...
that and resting bones. All I'm tryna do is get home,
double bolt my door and get stoned, sit alone,
Acid and kush got my mouth like a rug, got me dumb
hearing a drum that don't exist like this purple taste on my tongue.
safe and secure. No one breezing through putting pressure.
Eyeing my money on the dresser, my girls sweater
and this new tv so big I can't even measure.
Fuck it all. Roll another sticky icky you deserve to rest sir.

Head in the clouds while I'm on the ground and yet
both eyes to the sky like I still aint found it yet
where I'm at my own constellation
Like Gagileo on mental house arrest so you can feel safe if it's any consolation.
Spaceship head trip from burnin in the sun just
dilated eyes high like a shuttle
head rush smokin dead kush now that's a high motherfucker!

Pennsyltucky newborn
think you lucky? you'll learn
sittin in a schoolhouse no lunch no food now growin up quick
go home to a crack trailer throwin up sick
fifteen years gone by real slow
growin up in the snow you feel cold
no hugs only throwin elbows fuckin up bone marrow
strikin hard like a fuckin bow and arrow
he always hits the right keys like a piano
italiano Piraino porn fam represent though
deep eyes a suit thats nice otherwise
lookin like a scarecrow
smokin his own hay like he will sell mo'
but he aint sell though, fuckin smell his clothes.
No money he's lookin kind of thin though.
is he a good enough person? its hard to tell though.
All he does is sit around smokin fuckin purple so who the hell knows?
theres just no way of tellin.
Only loosely attached to the world like velcro
Momma always yellin cause I am soon to be a felon
when she and the rest the family keep smokin like
a g bong and cheech chong smellin' turnin my shit into a weed song
green and long like krillin and I am angry like vegita
yet friendly like goku
smile kind and bright cause I just smoked 2
judge me judy yellin at me like I'm lucy you don't know what the fuck tv fantasy I go through.
Landlord and the boss always cryin like they fiendin'
On the glass dick pipe pushin' schemin'
like they got a fifty rock creepin' on a mission.
Now another screw loose this random girl is always bitchin'
always bewitchin' cookin chicken and brisket
who knew she was just another who would break through
this Syd Barret mental wall that I escape too
all she says is i look evil, filled with hatred
but she don't understand that my body and my mind is fading.
Unhealthy motherfucker underweight and pacing
back and forth wondering where my brain is.
Somewhere lost along the homeless path where pain lives.
Yet there she is throwin all my shit on the curb and yet
im just happy she aint burn it yet
filled with flames like everything else in this world so worthless
So cursed is
a twenty year old hermit without a cave
lookin ugly workin without a shave
hurtin all day
or no work no pay
come home angry and burn a jay
let the hurt just fade
smerk and say
fuck all of you who think your nerves don't break
or if you think you any better than mother natures nurtured faith
I am here. I am me. Threaten that just come and murder me...
I'll be here burnin tree dabbing happy
like an oil spill- I'm just dirtying up all who heard of me.
I just keep to myself those who blow through are of no concern to me.
Sitting on this back porch fuck is my back heartin me.
Smoke a fat one, torch it and watch the stars and feel the warmin' breeze.

Head in the clouds while I'm on the ground and yet
both eyes to the sky like I still aint found it yet
where I'm at my own constellation
Like Gagileo on mental house arrest so you can feel safe if it's any consolation.
Spaceship head trip from burnin in the sun just
dilated eyes high like a shuttle
head rush smokin dead kush now that's a high motherfucker!