I met Scroobius Pip today, he slipped
Away like wild winds drift through hay, like bitter
And ale are frittered as they tip from the drip tray
Like sun spills through the slits from a shit day
Like sharp, clear light lifts from the wispy haze
Flickers like a disappearing picture from your shifty gaze
Which misses the rays as they trickle and decay and they
Fade like convictions of the fickle, yeah they fray
I fear I'm not quite clear what I'm tryin to say
Am I really here, do they hear what I'm dyin to say?
Do I reappear if I die in the fray?
What the fuck do I fight for anyway?
Speakin my truth should brighten up every rainy day
But the water in my lungs won't drain away
I've been prayin for God to take the pain away
But that's what a true atheist would say

START AGAIN, EVERY SINGLE MOMENT START AGAIN
DON'T PICK APART SPARKS, THIS ART IS ZEN, HARK IT FROM THE PARK BENCH

(Tony Humphries):

Mind remains open
Words are unspoken
Through this soar throat and
I try to find focus
With this pen I’m holding
Scatter brain is golden
This moment
I can feel these words are moulding
Into something that’s mountain length
I try to climb again
Feel a dent
In the side of my head
Like it’s wet cement
Try to focus
Im a mess
Can barely breathe and then
I find these cycles that I try to bend
Never really fucking end
Ducking when
I feel too much
I’m screwed up
Fuck the news uh
Need a nuce cuz
Life’s a newsunce
How many times have I said it before
Punchlines and metaphors
Aren’t enough
I need more
These demons have torn
Under the skin
That I was born in
Torment got me
Feeling Scorching
Head is like a Walkman
Spinning rewinding
Fast forward
Skipping and pausing
I just need a cause cuz
I already have the sword
Uh
And I’m willing to swing it
OJ at your throat
I’m willing to kill it
Too many layers
And I’m willing to peel em
Too many thoughts
Not willing to think em
Dam
I need a plan with some action
With action I’m planing
To take over where you are standing
Diving head first in the canyon
With enemies grappling
Starving and rationing
Fuck that
I’m coming to batter it
Like a snake that is rattling
I'm giving you warning
Don’t act like you handled it
When inside you aren’t managing

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