Jay Street

[Intro: SKECH185]
What’s home? (Ain’t no going home anymore)
Ain’t no going home (Where’s home?)
No going home anymore (Where’s home?)
Feel like home anymore (Shit don’t feel like home anymore) (What’s home?)
Can’t go home anymore (No going home anymore)
Can’t go home anymore (This shit don’t feel like home anymore)
What’s home anymore? (Ain’t no going home anymore)
Where’s home? (This shit don’t feel like home anymore)

[Sample]
If you wanna push, wanna push
Then I’m ready, ready to push
But if you pulling, pulling, pulling while I’m pushing
Thеn why’d you, why’d you, why’d you ask me to push?
If you wanna, wanna, wanna push
Then I’m ready to, rеady to push
But if you pulling while, pulling while, pulling while I’m pushing
Then why’d you, why’d you, why’d you ask me to push?

[Verse 1: STILL RIFT]
Yo
Coast to coast cross continents
Sometimes Y, no consonants
The only sounds allowed aloud
Were vowels breaking continence
The bowel bowed accordingly
Like laundry folding normally
A French press in the morning
Swore the Folgers was a pick me up
To put me down
Seen in myriad watering holes around town
And to myriad in this town, they were seen as a watering hole
To what do we owe this making of acquaintance?
Circumstance is sacred
Perhaps the mark of destiny was calculated
Crossed like shooting stars bizarre for sextant navigation charts
Ships pass like transactions
Interacting like an Eve and Adam
Groomed for matrimony by a certain madam
Service industry is more than beer and whiskey as a main attraction
Hand to hand to mouth to foot to ass as necessary
Or requested
The question is a statement, not suggestion
Simply do as asked
The only task is satisfaction
Perfect host
Neither known, nor forgotten coast to coast

[Verse 2: SKECH185]
She had a condo on Jay Street
Cars, trains, construction
Made a joke when I called
Confusing me with the other dude that she’s fucking
I replied “I’m just a titan’s hand stuck in a closing mountain”
Her voice in a static speaking in puzzles
Falling star taking truth in ounces
Boxcar skeleton
Groundskeeper for elephants
Cutty tags on fire hydrants
Sick city shit flipped to quick cynic critics
The rockets red glare
The often awkward dead stare
The pockets said bare
The moccasins bear
Call me king of nothing else
They speak in cliques
Starlings? More like fleets of sinking ships
They seek what’s in the sequencing
Lenticular Jesus switched to cash cows
If you see a bit
Box there for truth speaking
Ain’t seen a Caesar since
Now that’s grits with no seasoning
Poker face facing the joker facing the open door
Pulled you out a burning building but not the hero you were hoping for
Last train home
First witness, adverse winter
Grand slam in the first inning
Plus that other nigga light skinded

[Bridge]
Let’s take a deep breath
Yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
Yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
Yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
Yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
Yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
Yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
(I don’t think I’d like who I’d become if I lived here)
(I don’t think I’d like who I’d become if I lived here)

[Verse 3: Lamon Manuel]
It’s nature versus nurture tasked, unraveling sciatica
She threatened to cut my dick off
Or fuck me back to Africa
Zero to my ribs wrecked
Wrapped around a Capricorn
I’ll relearn to read or relearn to walk - after work
Over shift drinks, all for callings to believe in
Cheating got me feeling like my father for the wrong reasons
In sleep, thigh dream catchers flash abortions remembered
I’m pretty sure indica flower loosely translates to moral dilemma
Matching PISS PLAY knuckle tattoos, “Hi, let’s close the bar”
All I need is unique ego deaths between tours
Floored cordiform daughter of Florida
On all fours
Suicide outsourced to a big butt and a broken arm
My therapist has a therapist
Trauma bond has a head count
The poetry reading is down the hall and through the hell mouth
At best she loves you like a phantom limb
You either die a hero or live long enough to be polyamorous

[Outro: SKECH185]
What’s home?
Where’s home?
Where’s home?
What’s home?
What’s home?
So what’s home?