let the record skip, we'll just keep bustin movez.........

its a heartbeat and high pitched screech
that the most Sirius of atoms bounce to while riding these feet.
like roots the sound of life pushes through, the medium yields gladly, they dance.
lip locked, and jettisoned into the dark,
their double helixd like vapor trails leadin write onto the arc.
sparks fly as we pinball through the thickest of trees,
n part of fixin flaws is scraping up yer hands and knees
so please bear with a lion a while n keep sharing cave
we're pavin roads for the cubs baby, we've got it made.
when times are tough n thorns get thick as thieves
remember the earth gives ground so long as yer pullin through the weeds
so keep the glow but leave half the blows above the belt
n check that sensors r set to cool or interests bound to melt.....