Alchemisland

Flame a man to expand the business to make it fit the plan

Make sure the boot can fit the plants, measured in hands

Span of its flank, having bands introduced the badness

The madness that comes with any wealth, the answer

Making it vanish, it’s like a fucking cancer, made me a chancer

Having a bit gave me the taste, soon I was ravenous

Licking my lips like a chick eccied at a rave, never enough

Must have must have must have more

I wanna be a door, portal, exit and sleep no more

I don’t exist when the techno plays if it’s right, dubplate

Special I hear my name chained in the untamed melody

She says her name is Melanie, her vape smells lemony

She’s wearing black denim and low on melanin

Thundering breast, chest clenched at my mention

I’m like an arriving Dementor, Azkaban sent me

To bring you back to the clink, back on the drink

On the brink of robbing a Brinks van, stinking rich.