Grounded

The West extends, and equality, is ever-present, our wealth, it depends, on what we value, stretched and pulled, it could be this house that we live in, the food that we’re eating, or this girl that I'm fucking, it’s not always money, but trust me, this homeless dude with a knife, and a millionaire CEO, matchmaking, the blade at your throat, bleeding out, what’s good, tell me, are you better than me?

I Shot the Sheriff

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All of it, my ego, the power, the wealth, it’s just the night sky, your father, and their story, sometimes it’s love, sometimes, it’s children fighting giants, we’re all on a journey, architecture, roads and veins, extend through everything, from heaven to hell, each of those roads, have been walked before, just follow the flow, your feelings, and your heart, it always knows where to go, work, work, it is all rewarded, from the birds to the bees, to the demons waiting in hell, down the road, we all get fed, Sisyphus, I don’t know why you keep rolling that boulder up that hill, is it the height, and responsibility, the allure of money, just let go homie, sure, bus drivers are nice to have, but people, fuck ‘em, if they want you to suck dick, they can ask, civilization, from beginning to the end, deep in the matrix, will we go to space, will our wounds mend, just sheep and chicken fuckers, does the West really extend, or does the ocean just go deep, and we’re all in hell?