These statements haven’t been evaluated
By any psychological associations

No reference point to chart my location in the matrix
It’s crazy, ain’t it

With a LEAP
off the balcony with no falcon wings
I’m quoting the dreams of others
Citing my own nightmares as sources

As above us so below, and below
It’s some other shit, beloved

The grudge’s a ghost slumped in a dungeon
In catacombs unseen by the public
I plummet into numbness
Covered in fungus

Puppets laid up under like Pavlov puppies chasing pussy
Enough of it

Got the toughest dog-ass niggas running
With a bone to pick
After bitches animalistic switching roles and shapeshifting

It’s an animal farm
The bed of hay in the middle of the barn is made up with duvet
Now lay in it

Ashes to ashes to clay figures
Brain fragile like plate dishes
So it’s prone to covert programming by state officials

Today’s paper arrived on my doorstep with no date
The front page captioned a graven portrait in poor taste to the slave

What is the fourth of July
Or blond hair blue eye

I’m afraid of the dug up Frederick Douglasses
Reanimated illustrations of a posthumous zombie
Coming back from the grave in arts and entertainment
Timeline chronicles the fall of the Huxtables

No man is indestructible
Cuz Cosby cannot be the canonical copy
Do you copy
The death of the family guy is by design

Pops not a solid rock, he a rolling stone
The shapes that we see are outside the norm
Flying objects unknown

Kids becoming children of the high fructose corn
Body dysmorphic, trying to fit a square through a ring of fire
Can’t make the cross fit, so we slinging tires
Churchless

(REFRAIN)

What’s worse, I’m burying my worries by
Lurching in the wilderness
Scurrying into obscurity and in a hurry

Before the boogeyman hurt me any further
I’mma murder him, I’m shooting from the outside Curry

A merciless mercenary married the scary demon clown from Derry
And it became that crow shifting shapes in Murder Was The Case
So you see why I don’t trust birds or balloons in my headspace

Hitchcock conjured a convict, locked in my subconscious
Somewhere between Q Anon and anonymous

Syndrome synonymous with impostors
But I suppose even the rich still scavenge for lobsters
That one percent feeding on the bottom

My lower self knows the steps to take
To rope my neck at the nape

And drag me to sadness
What happened?
Can’t wait until the evil dead like Sam Raimi
And I can find an escape from out of this cabin

Seeking peace from the ravenous, teeth gnashing
Talon thrashing, nastiest beast hatching
A hypnotic mashup

A cacophony of coffin monologues from bad actors
And sirens sending signals to release the kraken
With a passion for black skin, ready to get it cracking

For one second, just imagine
Going to the movies with a cutie mesmerized by the booty
You’re swooning until that moon, turns that beauty to a dragon

Now you head over hills for an ogre from hell
Lying with an old Jezebel and can’t break the leviathan spell
A sly serpent smiling under the veil