Finagle

My life is so entangled
It’s hard to wrangle
The shape of reality
Möbius strip or a bagel 

All depending on the angle
It’s so hard to finagle 
Frankenstein my body
Can’t control it even though I’m able 

Frankincense my odor 
I smell awful at the altar 
Cleanse my head from my opponent 

Opulent the offer of the path 
Omniscient if I could master math
Occident, I’ve traveled there and back 
Options fuck me, always choosing bad 

Bacitracin cuz I’m burning up the track 
Black and ancient knowledge 
Gave us what we have
I’m complacent, I want fame but beat it back
I’m abrasive, I want peace but won’t relax  

My prayer is if I promise to fertilize and weed whack
Can I please have my mental garden back?

Best Days

Hope I didn’t waste my best days
Staying in bed fucked up ducking sun rays
Sucking up smoke like I hope that my lungs break
Laughing at jokes, like my only friend’s my screen
Move patient through days
But in my head I scream
Promise to myself
But I only blow steam
I got steeples to chase
Yeah high hedges to hurdle
And most of them purely internal
My potential for impact probably eternal
Like I’d get my own ninja turtle
Took on too many scars from tryna live truly
They never show the bloopers when it’s life is a movie
My memories on the cutting room floor
And I dare to ask the world for more?
My harms are my chains leave me shackled and sore
But in music I know I am absolved
I fight for my life against things in my mind
The talons of trauma they rob me of time
I always thank God for the drugs and the sex
Cuz there’s times when those vices they were my life line
Convex or concave, I bend light and I ride waves
It’s just waveform files for now
But soon enough I’ll be on stage