Mesa Springs

Blastin back like a ricochet, Wicked swisher taste, like a bitch’s fish filet, Saturday &
I’m already passing faded straight
To straight debilitated, cratered
By incineration of the strain
Impatiently awaiting nirvana, ‘juana got me conscious, Like shells are dropping,
When I’m on the hot shit
Like the steaming dog shit
In the frozen tundra, I become your only one the icy tongue is mighty righteous &, nightly I’m deciding to be riding with the cans..

Supplying then demanding, in my hand little man is where the cannon is, Lift it quick, provide a death certificate,
It’s a gift, simple shit for me, articulate as I can be, I miss the fix that left me broken...

Own it, if you cold & soulless
Holding hope that you’ll be golden
If only you’ll get over it, but hold it..
I only spoke it cuz I couldn’t hold it in
Opening the door to Mesa Springs
Found me in a state of deja vu
This my crew, crazy too, hardly sane, this my crew
This my crew... crazy too..