Lessons

Whatever… listen…
[Verse 1]:
I’m getting that urge again, penning a pearl of zen… life like a snuff film set in a serpents den, medicine blurs the lens, never return to them days back then with the smell of the curdled phlegm, why? We’ll all turn tibble munge when the bombs come, Tom Thumb, coughing on the knots on his long tongue, brain like a soft sponge… left hand squeezing the rеign for his hot lungs, flaming in gods dunge… escape from thе pond stung, job done I’m soaring, wait till the fresh wave of slop comes calling, I bop subs warring like what cuz? Brawling, I ain’t swayed veins full of hot blood coursing. My construct’s forming, mans on his rampage, enjoy your man made rat cage, lash grave… Mr. Magoo, my visions of truth’s this blank page, sit in your soup, I live in the booth the fraff made…
[Chorus]:
Yeah…
You’ll never learn it again, cuz…
You’ll stop murking your friends off…
You’ll stop drifting in circles…
Yo…
You’ll stop stridling a hurdle…
[Verse 2]:
I’m getting the shakes again, set in my ways again, life like a shit play set on the stage for them, venomous faceless men, dressing the snakes again, coiled in the tall grass ready to maim their friends… bruv I seen them, act like you haven’t yet, when the tube sinks in like fangs in the flabby neck, you can feel the clammy breath dampen your scabby flesh, spin round fists out, smack em with the jab and check… cause a pack of these demons rocking fancy dress, will never drag my lean features back down them scatty steps, sat with my dragon breath (uh), baccy and a bag of sess, just tryna make sense of matter in a mass of mess… call it how you see it (what?), I call it how to be a man, none of that Peter Pan steez, cuz, be a man (yeah)… and so I’m waiting for the reaper-man, fists clenched eyes wide, bathing in the sea of jam…
[Outro]:
Yo…
You’ll stop rocking that dunce hat…
You’ll stop clocking that dumb yat…
You’ll stop trusting the leaders…
You’ll start trusting your teachers, deepness…