I'm trapped in the mind of a mad man literally
It's not a metaphor kid, pay attention.
Reporting to you live from this first dimension.
In a real crowded room, I just want some attention.
And since I lack the bright, like high beams at night
The silence of the noise is deafenin' to hear
My life long ambition is the juxtaposition
But I can't tell if I'm in the front or the rear
Formless... I don't know if I'm a circle or square
Let alone solid liquid or air
I'm completing myself
But can't confirm or deny if I'm actually here
That's quite a fucked-up predicament, yeah
I feel at home but I gotta escape
This paradox in a box, I'm intent to solve this mystery
I'm made up of dreams and nightmares
Soliloquies, dialogues, arguments
Fantasies, memories, imagery, symmetry, alcohol, history
Love, life, death, joy, remorse and sympathy
Actions, wishes, reactin' and hopin'
But everytime a beat comes on, a door opens
The out-of-your-body experience is showing me
Jettin' from the exit, the entrance, the outlet
I'm travelin' through veins, blood vessels and muscle tissue
Till it goes pitch black, and I still don't know if I'm out yet
I wake up from the blackout, finish with the race
Confined in a two-dimensional blank space
Looking back on my original birth place
Now I'm taking the shape of a young black face
Parts of my physical erased and replaced
What was sight and sound, is now feel and taste
I fatal a fruit punch laced with toothpaste
I'm shot from a cannon with amazing grace
My identity revealed with the mystery solved
I see my purpose in life as I travel through time
Ridin' the beat through audio wires recording and air
Waves hit your minds, I'm a J-Live rhyme
It's not a metaphor kid, pay attention.
Reporting to you live from this first dimension.
In a real crowded room, I just want some attention.
And since I lack the bright, like high beams at night
The silence of the noise is deafenin' to hear
My life long ambition is the juxtaposition
But I can't tell if I'm in the front or the rear
Formless... I don't know if I'm a circle or square
Let alone solid liquid or air
I'm completing myself
But can't confirm or deny if I'm actually here
That's quite a fucked-up predicament, yeah
I feel at home but I gotta escape
This paradox in a box, I'm intent to solve this mystery
I'm made up of dreams and nightmares
Soliloquies, dialogues, arguments
Fantasies, memories, imagery, symmetry, alcohol, history
Love, life, death, joy, remorse and sympathy
Actions, wishes, reactin' and hopin'
But everytime a beat comes on, a door opens
The out-of-your-body experience is showing me
Jettin' from the exit, the entrance, the outlet
I'm travelin' through veins, blood vessels and muscle tissue
Till it goes pitch black, and I still don't know if I'm out yet
I wake up from the blackout, finish with the race
Confined in a two-dimensional blank space
Looking back on my original birth place
Now I'm taking the shape of a young black face
Parts of my physical erased and replaced
What was sight and sound, is now feel and taste
I fatal a fruit punch laced with toothpaste
I'm shot from a cannon with amazing grace
My identity revealed with the mystery solved
I see my purpose in life as I travel through time
Ridin' the beat through audio wires recording and air
Waves hit your minds, I'm a J-Live rhyme
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what you wrote...brillo. stuck in the the zeroth dimension. everydays a rubrics cuba filled with significant papercuts.
your entry reminds what's left of me of doc-oc minus the obgyn. quality, quantity, ability & futility. what's right of me is even sicker, true.
but it's sickness what gets them through
past over me & you
business school butt for the fool, the tool
to keep sheep asleep as the cruel rule
heard them on the pontchartrain today
from a walled in street so far away
making plans for their attention spans
playing bridge over troubled waiters
tunnel visioned heaters of pots and pans
burns his hand, what'd they say about derek jeter, time's up? but they can smoke on my peter.
back to the mind, too defined, on rewind
unrefined spears of wheat from times past
first stone cast man in fast destined we
though tomorrow still never knows.
stopped doing shows for fear of blows
not curtis though, just average, savage joes.
I forgot that rhyme's a.d.d.ictive once it comes through from and for you. used to """""write""""" poems. fuck that shit.
"my head is my only home, until it rains" -dvv (the captin with a beefheart)