Alchemisland

Off my head, kicked out and onto the next one

They say no so I take a run up to clear the barrier, breakthrough in my skate shoes

Half past eight and I’m in a rare state, running up a serious slate

Quiet weekend, most out for two max, and I’m raving mad, like I’m at a rave

Holding nothing back, flames erupting from my pen when I’m indenting on the pad

I run this whole estate, got a stable of sable beamers, maybe stolen maybe I paid

Who is to say

Potential connections in the IRA, mostly keep to the free state to avoid a UK case

Sorting stock for festival sneezing

They know where I’m at, still living in the same pad

My da would batter your da I bet

Never met him, don’t plan to

Had to teach myself to plant my feet and swing

There was no one there to push me on the swings

No knee to sit on, no shoulder to cry on when some shade lamped me

I was in the dark, hat was a lampshade, before I started creating

Suddenly, everything was amazing, vivid and thrilling and almost painful

To behold