(MC T picks up the mic. It feels cold and alien to his touch— far from the warm energy and sweaty palm residue it once had.)
This new stream of piss and grits
Comes from a long list of sh*t that I’ll never quit
I’m deeply into it
Like when the girl I love wants it
I’m on it
With lit cigarettes, gin and tonics.
I’ve made a promise
To write everyday and be honest.
People who like to swing a fist
Have missed the gist
Because life gets
Intense, real, and hopeless.
Sometimes you’re on top with focus
Sometimes you’re climbing the same cliff ropeless
(Pauses, bobs head to the drum line and quiet guitar rifts)
I like to get buzzed like a locust in the shrubs
I love life
But I wish we could all live high above the cutting edge of its knife.