I feel air currents
in my muscular system,
heart revving like
twin jet engines.
Cloud flurries
breeze down axons
but my body is buried
under thousands of tons
of *****, dead presidents,
eternal residents
anchoring my bird-like
being.

It started as a joke we all laughed at the thought
of slanging coke
or passing cops with a whole bag of thizz
cheesing out ya window, just like Andre and Mac Dre in the Bay and Valley Joe
But now the game got real
I'm broke and choked for skrill (skreel) and this sandwich place can't even contend with the dough I'd make if I dealed
But who could I trust and who would squeal, make me have to peel out in my whip as I dipped
moved cribs and changed homies
Do I have a soul of a drug dealer or one for slapping on pepperoni to a sandwich for another zombie
Do I have the soul of a drug dealer?

Time to sleep now rest your head
You know you're weary, go to bed
Soon will dawn another day
to jump right in and join the fray
Curl up with your pillow dear
Surrender to this comfort near
Though turbulence exciting feels
Let dream time be the space that heals

what does one feel when
  life
    is
      just
        a
          dream?
what does one feel when
  life
    rips
      at
        the
          seams?
one cannot consecrate these realities
when one cannot fease.