Asking can he drive faster, hatchback full of hash and plants splayed by triads
Two kept aside for my dad, he smokes them to ash quicker than Ash casts out
His pokeball over fuck all, vest loud with trainer badges, this Pikachu done damage
Pipe clogged twice a month, surprised I haven’t long both lungs
Bridging, do lung, the gap between words, bypass to bifrost
Pawn to E4, never played battleships before, scrabble
Neither but I’ve learnt to scramble and not for Africa
Bandit when I’ve free hands but hop a tall wall and land it
If I see the 5.0 lights expanding, shadows vanish
In the alley, I’m flying like Prancer, up towards the satellite dishes
Hidden in the fittings and fixtures, I am dodging, dipping, whipping around
Walking for miles to find the source of the sound
A room of smiles or sadness, beholder’s mind designs it sights
We are the shadow and the light, the cave wall is delightful
Enough to last a lifetime, this bit of hash is my lifeline
Without this, you’re gonna see me tonight on Crime Line
Name and shame me, no debate guilty named me
If it’s consolation I felt guilty, before I got my hands on whiskey
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