Move along wack poem nothing to see here.
Wheres the god i always wanted
i feel like my minds haunted
Everytime my eyes wide closed
theres a slim chance its open
how do you know the grass is green
if you aint on the other side
one time i saw the sky watching me from a birds eye
eye see the birds fly but i think they just high
passed the blunt to an iguana n he started to cry
realised that flys aint fly n he aint really in theskys
now he got his third eye he could eye the back of the food chain
the link wasnt strong so i ate him n did his first name
you prolly wont get that like dimes on the floor
wonder why you think dime bitches worth more
you aint got no six cents
you need a knock on the head
realeyes nobodys there to look after you right before die
hope the cocoa full yo basket like a jesus shrine.