Corner out by river street
Close to end experience
Longboard disintegratingFrom that man′s foolishness
I waited my turn to cross
The signal was good to go
Patience for pedestrians
I don't want to die bro
Ever feel like existence
Is awareness of tragedy
I give the largest portion
To myself then Cassady
But everybody wants a piece
I got to give out a slice
Cut a slab of Julian
To go with your beans and rice
Poverty line is high raps
Rap like green Mario
Telepathic mindfulness
Of auras slight Lucario
Presently is a word
I don′t t use very often
Perhaps employ it more
While resting in a coffin
I know it doesn't work like that
Cut my toe off with the hacksaw
Shh shh
Shh shh
Cut my toe off cut my toe
Let the world know
It's safety no it′s Julian
Say it: Hamilton Faulkner
Regal sounding I admit
No relation to the author
Steady as the ship sails on
Through the twisted waves
Polite to a fault when I
Awkwardly ask for a raise
I used to put nose to the grindstone
But now I put my ear to the hacksaw
Well It′s time to Van Gogh
