of all the things life has to offer
why does it deny me a friend
and make me work in this coffer
of dank brick doom of a slender blend
of unwashed shit on a razers edge
while rose tipped clouds sit high on the sunrise
i have so much to fear
my voice chokes quick
when your tink skin is near
you see the lips i lick
the skin and the heat i feel
so close and so so far
i feel my soul peel
my whole me encased in tar
see how deep am I
who else will dive to this depth
i am no skivy scam
i have not even slept
we could meet on the coffee bricks
i'd buy you a black and we'd speak of tricks
i have much muny since i have not a mate
oh, you know me already bright fate
i know the lean blue sky with whispy white clouds
that float over gray banks where fisherman prouls
the gray green water laps brown brokern rocks
the weather bell tings with the distante bird flocks
i have smelled the fresh catch, been in the weary food boat
hauled all the rough ropes wearing not even a coat
plied with the old men, born on these worn waves
and cried at the moment when i covered their graves
ive seen too many suns set alone on the rocks
the high sky above me ablaze
with no heed of tick tocks
for i know long the march of my strong blessed days
drink with me now as the moon kisses earth
the black liquor from africa so rich
sing high when the spirits rise up with low dearth
and tell me your heart cause i know you're a sitch.
i saw you laughing with the steed on the bank
when the people were dancing to the regge so smooth
you seemed so much younger and more black than your rank
but i smoked all the reefer with a jamacian dude
no fat allowed on this skivvy yard skiff
if you fatten on shore then you're off to the raft
while me and my new bras suck on this fresh spliff
and we all agree to engage in new craft
so we push off with color lights pointing the way
they bling off the water bright and we hear people say
hey longboat is it time to go for a fish
and we say together no - fuck you rich bitch
we row with a song:
of all the things life has to offer us now
why does it deny me a friend in a prow
who can come to my head with a sow
ho yo moma came with the heat of a row
come on come on row that row
why does it deny me a friend
and make me work in this coffer
of dank brick doom of a slender blend
of unwashed shit on a razers edge
while rose tipped clouds sit high on the sunrise
i have so much to fear
my voice chokes quick
when your tink skin is near
you see the lips i lick
the skin and the heat i feel
so close and so so far
i feel my soul peel
my whole me encased in tar
see how deep am I
who else will dive to this depth
i am no skivy scam
i have not even slept
we could meet on the coffee bricks
i'd buy you a black and we'd speak of tricks
i have much muny since i have not a mate
oh, you know me already bright fate
i know the lean blue sky with whispy white clouds
that float over gray banks where fisherman prouls
the gray green water laps brown brokern rocks
the weather bell tings with the distante bird flocks
i have smelled the fresh catch, been in the weary food boat
hauled all the rough ropes wearing not even a coat
plied with the old men, born on these worn waves
and cried at the moment when i covered their graves
ive seen too many suns set alone on the rocks
the high sky above me ablaze
with no heed of tick tocks
for i know long the march of my strong blessed days
drink with me now as the moon kisses earth
the black liquor from africa so rich
sing high when the spirits rise up with low dearth
and tell me your heart cause i know you're a sitch.
i saw you laughing with the steed on the bank
when the people were dancing to the regge so smooth
you seemed so much younger and more black than your rank
but i smoked all the reefer with a jamacian dude
no fat allowed on this skivvy yard skiff
if you fatten on shore then you're off to the raft
while me and my new bras suck on this fresh spliff
and we all agree to engage in new craft
so we push off with color lights pointing the way
they bling off the water bright and we hear people say
hey longboat is it time to go for a fish
and we say together no - fuck you rich bitch
we row with a song:
of all the things life has to offer us now
why does it deny me a friend in a prow
who can come to my head with a sow
ho yo moma came with the heat of a row
come on come on row that row