[Aesop Rock]   Yo change the fuckin channel   I burn a Coma candle   When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample   We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap   Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep   And it's, worker zig-zagers versus piggy batch flashers   Training Generation Fallout   Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out   There's smoke in my iris   But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids   So I'm ready now (What you ready for?)   I'm ready for life in this city   And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me   I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass   Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of marbles   Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals   Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool   (This is our school)   I'm not trying to graduate to life at the curse on the lounge barstool   Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool   (Man please) Man please   My name stands for my being   And my being stands for the woman who stood   And braved the storm could raise this evening   (Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful)   Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence   Back in a long time agi, I was to way the wishes wish   But Mister Smits, I slept through my appointment   Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify   And picked the rose and wielded    The second I introduced myself as Nervous   Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken   Some are burning, some have rosen   Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them   Some are just a brutal reprocussion of devotion   Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion   Now where I live there's a homeless man   He sits upon a crate   He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make   Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show   Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this      *Horn samples*      [Aesop Rock]   And I ain't getting any younger   My knuckles wear their bruises well   I've yet to lose that hunger   But only time can tell   Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch   And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks   See your name is Ambiguity   My name is something hands can't hold   But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold   It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick   Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning wits for now   And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest   But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock   Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing   The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds   To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel   Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn   But y'all numb from gut fuel   I administer eclispe, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor   Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit   I am an epiphany, I am wet foot mammal   Channel surfing my way to the top   Tugboat in a bottle   With no holes poked in the nozzle   I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight   Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile   And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium   The second my halo ran outta helium   Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull   I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry   But my energy's a rental   So I take this now to save   My cute seniorita beholding a flame to a lost wick   Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego   Y'all are family for life   I'll take that bullet to preserve you   I wanna be something spectacular   On the day the sun runs outta batteries   Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy   Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn   Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this   (I ain't gettin any younger)      *Horn samples to end*