This is for my Old School, Nichols Lincoln 1995 at the bus stop drinking, These Days, I can't help myself thinking Time flashes by 6 months in a weekend
I got love for my fam, help me out build me up cause they part of who I am, And without them, the forecast grim and that doormat's slim
But I have an open window so climb on in and we'll try to make the world stand still with a counter spin well at least have at it, if not make some beats in the attic
Cry to the North star, journeymen of the past Dawn's light breaks, paint graffiti on our backs living on an island, the future is the present tense Dreaming eyes open, Silent warm resonance
Slips down heaven sent rain in the tropics corrugated metal bent Daydream kaleidoscope A Leather bound journal charting how high we float
Stories written in the sand crumbled my castles humbled to these lands low fog in the plains Climbing Redwoods watch the ocean drain
new land record running through the poppies where only fear is the element that stops me Let's dream lets go, Let's build let's grow
And can we dance in this loophole?
Carve a bit of heaven out this cruel world ?
I think we can if we dream it
I think we will if we believe it
An astral weeks serenade A Euphoric Zenith Wailing from the ashes a claustrophobic Phoenix