im not so sure about this 5th gear idear

i went & saw the seer. & he says

i know it's a small hill but dont forget that youre rockin your little baby four cyl

with 14 years of rompin under her belt & a slippyclutchy bounce that im sure you felt

& it was a good hand, when it was dealt.

but ye sat on it, let em check around the table & when you finallly bet too much they folded like a gable truss when that big ass pine tree came down upon it with the full effect of gravity, mabel.

maybe its fable but i feel im good & able to top that focker with my mind & finally lose my label.

i know i got a shot i just dont always shoot it im the type of player who likes to distribute it

& keep em all feelin good flying like a team & fuck the coach i think he just likes to scream

i finally got a minute to sit here & unload my mind

so here it is world, go ahead & pick it line by line

& whiteout your monitor im still feeling fine

cuz im not writing for you its part of my sublime

self medication plan all i need is time

lately i havent been able to find much. i guess that means im working thus

i get meat for dinner this winter & im pretending i dont need my crutch.

to battle my evils rhyme by rhyme im packin pencils & utensils & such.

& when i cant find a second to unleash my demon wreckage

i take it out on some poor inanimate object little lemon learned its lesson

i love a fresh foundation. fabricating smart lookin stuff, for now, is my salvation.

square up the walls with the pythagorean theorem bolt the greenboards down so hard

they scream but who can hearem? & then lay out my walls, u know 16 inches on center

& then locate my doors & windows & make my cutlist & make some splinters

just bring me some trees next time you monkeys its about the same work

to cut it to length, rip, plane it down & sand it this stick is being a jerk.

im gonna yell at it now until it obeys & if that doesnt work

it's into the burn barrel with its sappy ass & im movin back to alaska at last.

i hate it when shit dont listen. infuriates me till the vein in my forehead starts to glisten

& iffffffen i dont think about something else right now im gonna have a conniption.

how can something this frustrating be therapy? o right im supposed to go zen

& think things into place build with my mind, then & only then

can i ascend with my rising structure no need for ladder at this juncture

man do i veeeer. this one eyed bad backed carpenter could really use a beer.

crack aaah thats better pbr now in my veins & i can hear it sloshing around in there every time i move my brain the song remains the sssssaaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaame

peace to my big old doggy he was a good fart