It's different, you know?
But it's hard to kick that feeling,
that old feeling in the night.
But I want to have my baby,
and have my baby have a baby.

I've got a neolithic jones,
the dog and all.
I wanna stack up logs and live inside.
But I love the taste of whiskey,
and I'm stuck inside of wires.

I used to suck air freshener out of plastic bags,
and pass out in an electric blue bedroom.
I almost drowned on the Fourth of July
spaced out on acid in a river at night.

And now I want to kick that feeling.
Cuz of my baby.
Cuz I shouldn't be alive,
but somehow I have survived
the accident that is myself
and what I have done with my life.

And now I want to make a difference.
Chaturanga in the morning.
The downward dog does not adjourn
but flows into and is the cobra
breathing out to signal life.
Not inspiration
but expiration revivified.

Cuz of my baby,
I'll put down the pipe.
If only for a little while, I'll lie
to myself and say it's just as nice.
I'll take the wager while high
that if I try it long enough to see the light
then that's a win/win kind if try.

So cuz of my baby,
gonna try.

02/06/2014

Author's Note: real rap

Posted on 02/06/2014
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