I was in hands
Now understand
That in those hands
I was a man
I fell asleep
In vaguest arms
My Vedic friend
Who never ends
My head the cop
Is mouthing off
Learned how to talk
And’s mouthing off
But Vedic friend
With another lesson
To give to cop
This one’s from the top
I’m made of milk
I’m made of meat
I’m made of laughs
I’m made of sweets
We’re separate
But that’s alright
I’m eaten cake
You’re purple rite
You grip me good
And shut me up
And soothe my gut
More than enough
The rain is fun
And cop could play
But deepest blues
And stays away
I am protected
Cop is digested
In Vedic friend
Who never ends