Holiday Atrophy

Verse 1] Conforming like a foreman Who's converted to a Mormon preaching soul As a warning on the summer equinox I don't understand that warm day never non no Holidays atrocious People speak about halitosis I speak about the real facts The gristle in between, the grit in your teeth Not the what, not the why, the question, but the means The truth seek and the deep sense, the self The undistinguishable absolute hell Of practicality, rationality, dogma and shallow ways Only when they have to be something that's gonna intervene Life don't inconvene none, life just measures you whole You take the good with the bad and you keep on with the roll You can attest it, you can kinda question it, you can fight it too But you'll always dissolve and you'll always lose the truth Divinity, divine focus Things like that that makes most folks choke and You want to breathe, approach slow to a broker's node to a spokesman I'm a thorn sponsor I'm the reason why lawn pads are launchers Why I'm not the reason, but I, I also abide by the rules I also abide by the division of the two, not the zero and not the pool or the school You can stand on a peda, but you can't stand on the pedestal You can stand on the meta Observation as youth A vector seldom selector I'm a detector of the nectar I'm still not gonna be a mega factor But still if I was past tense the raw truth The raw goose might lay no egg, man That's just how my brain operates, singing Stanzas, baritone bonanza Anything that's whispered seized, not caught-aged and the cream My momma used to make that with the collard greens Loved it, chomped it, swallowed it whole Still think about it and have let the nostalgia flow (mhm) Osprey, ombre, my best friend's Carne asada Till the end Good night my crony Good night my fellow friend Good night Theodore Trinidad James and The best of men Good night