the view from the lowdive

Not to winehouse I rip

It like its perforated

Locals  watch me

Inna inna inaa state it

In a state thanks ta

Innas mary dated

Lines like thatll getcha paid

Kid still debated

But im acein,

And im pacin,

Though I may be onea dem white boys

Feelin suburban strangulation

Living on old money with

My laptop in the basement,

But we doled out for the mics

And the keys, that’s someinnovation,

  my

Failures don’t seem

Real to me like animation,

Im elated though it aint early,

 My hot hands clamming up my palms pearly

Is it aunt or ant sometimes small things seem worldy

I ask her of all the things she got,

Of This one night , am I deserving?

Probably, would be youre answer there,

People start walking toward the ceiling

She gave a solid stare

Overdose overdose

Overtake me comatose

Of daydream in this instant

where the wave covers

 over boat

and I see us on wings afloat

heaven cope

holy periscope

above god we row

in this lovely thing

don’t turn it off this high

a cell phone aint gonna ring