(+) L.U.V
I met a metaphorical girl
in a metaphysical world
Now you got me day dreaming,
sleeping in a curl
Her name on my tongue,
a fresh flavor, yup
Whenever she popped up,
put a swirl on my cone
I used to rap like I had some
marbles in my mouth
But the stones turned precious
when they all came out
On a string of deep thought
that could never be bought
Body rock don't stop,
be bop to hip hop
Cold as ice so I stared
as it thawed to the floor
What was left a shoestring
budget on call
Then these new styles
came along
Some on to the next on
some other hit, their own trip
Colors faded on airbrushed
centerfolds, dated
Make you feel old and jaded
The point was to make it
and we made it but
We didn't know how to keep it
Like nice kicks. that wouldn't fit
Only way was to box it up
and duct tape it up
Store it underneath the bed
and open it up
Once in a blue moon
Think about a cool ending
To a story that ended too soon
Gotta bring back the feeling
I'll do anything not to be
stuck on fiending
A pen can be sharper than
a scalpel to a patient
To an open heart,
it's a daily operation
After six come seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels draw
the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the spirit
of grapes
Gotta finish what we started,
so I cut the tape
As our records will
stay on rotate
You say a circle is
a flawless shape
Every part equi-distance
from the center
On the arc without
a start or a finish
A line on a loop carries weight
A freight train runs unabated
Views vanish from
my point vantage
Passages come in and out
The way I recall your antics
(how I remember your antics)
Still alive 'cause I said it
A life of its own unless
we dead it
Till they see our name in credits
A labor of love you mean slavery
Surely, it's been quite savory
Crepe on the balcony,
verbal alchemy
Pure magic when s
he touches me
I read that love is kind but
it's also blind of any style
You profess, would you be
my guest
(you could be my guest)
Happiness is a hot potato
that you can't possess for long
Just pass it on like asong
And I might look calm
and collected at a glance
But I taste the void
when I'm not connected
To the world kinetic,
as opposed to static
Idle hands a workshop of
a digital addict
(a modern-day addict)
On a hot streak for
inspiration is key to feed
The mind in need
of stimulation
Elevator music to
the space station
Penthouse of stars a-blazing
After six come
seven and eight
Access code to the pearly gates
They say heaven can wait
And you speak of fate
A finale to a play for my mate
I see the angels
draw the drapes
Over the earthscape
Where the wine is the
spirit of grapes
Gotta finish what we started,
so I cut this tape
As our records will
stay on rotate