First thing

Morning start 

Pour myself a glass of orange kia ora 

Azteca expresso has me ejecting 

Within ten as expected 

Pants hit jack’s deck 

Next grab jacket from hook 

Keys from nook, fuck almost forgot my book 

Out the door amach into a world amok 

I’m off like Akira, bike a lightstreak

Left right smooth gliding like a heatseeker 

Plug in and practice

Took a blue pill, two pill max 

Axed my bound hands

Coming up like a half drowned 

Into the world for the first time 

Surrounded by other escapees

In my hack era

Hacking into banks

Chain smoking fags 

Hacking into my hands

Things are out of balance 

I’m around back near stacked pallets

Empty beer cans burger wrappers

Night of the purge I’m murdering rappers

No new patterns added to my wrap sheet 

I’m waxing mathematically

Who could be mad at me 

I’ve seen some bad acting 

Often practised on ITV 

First time I’ve seen a British character 

Dubbed over on BBC, stop right there

Like made you look, saw snakes for hair

Stoned with a masonry-making stare 

Single mean mug from me 

Turn a thug into a pet rock 

Make a Leo dude, know by the attitude,

Into a Geodude

I’m lighting trees, eyeing tea leaves 

For a tease of my lover’s look 

Smashing atoms, smoking plants.

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