Mookie

I'm the bashful black sheep Demi-God complex in me Defender of the weak With the of those who would prefer an endless cycle of sleep to the 9 to 5 to 5 to 9 “High-Ho” Anthem’s beat All hail, Queen of the Atlantian Embassy Who marvels at a fork and pictures life on land a dream (Geez) Nearly 20 years spent walking on these so-called wondrous feet Which cave and buckle from the weight of all my long-lost hopes and dreams [Hook:] Man, I don’t even trust my crooked, two, left cleats To stagger-drag my body bag full of double-decker decaying meat I think I’d rather Hand-stand at the plate than try to Grand Slam early I mean we’re all doomed anyway I just wanna stop to hear the birds sing (Well, if I’d ever met a gallant man who wasn’t so damn handsome!) Until the cameras on all his smartphones broke Results from Chronic Gorgon Syndrome Now listen closely, sweetie: Take the red pill not the blue Red will cure your symptoms, yup But blue shows you the Stone-Cold Truth Now I abide by the complex rules and views of the galaxy Alien hardware wired in my brain to keep my mental sane (Same) Body, Balance, Buoyancy and a lump of coal in my throat (Insane) Never have you met a god as feverishly giving And you never will, until you swallow your pride And get in the fucking boat Now Stomach this and swallow it I gargle acid like the grateful wish they were dead Stop, spin, stand, and spit it Can you swim across the oceans in your head? Do I look like the kind of captain with whom you’d rather break your bread? Or can I feed you to the crocodiles to get this metronome-ticking out of my fucking head? [Hook] Hey Mom, I need you! Can you riddle me a palindrome? Echo “X Marks the Spot” into my cranial dome Verse, verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, outro With a little something simple for the illiterates to bump to No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention These palindromes are standard (Ma is as selfless as I am!) But man, who the fuck ARE you?! Bumpin ghastly in a home-made the booth When the other-worldly smoke settles I guess you’d call me SpookyTooth I’ve got a verbose use of slander Here to lift your spirits high And then I’ll shake you to Casper Friendly ghost Holy Smokes Put your green love in paper boat With the power of the sun Clasped between my shaking negro hands Inhale to (Calm the nerves) Exhale to (Call the birds) Inhale to catch your dried-up dreams Exhale and let them soak They say I sound New York-ish like “So I heard y’all wanna float?”