Wet Czech

I have a few things that I'm proud of in my life that's Jazz poetry billiards and marijuana highs
Challenge the status quo to rise above what they think they know
Drive up the Mississippi to Chicago in the freezing cold and got a frost bite toe
Lessons learned but still never correct like a gambling addict looking for a wet check
Obsessed with romani geometric katamari don't got to travel far to see the pyramids project with DMT
Exhale the vapor soar so hard that you'll hate ya
It's like the primary news paper giving you the news that Navid-san-don't
This roundabout madness this viscous circle we hurdle like a never ending fractal end the cycle break the shackles
Of pain and suffering unseen slavery exists underground realms misbehaving like egotistical gurus misoverstating words and shamans raping naive overseas girls
Spin ya like a whirlwind treat an oyster to fine pearls relax like sands and shores hell I'll protect you while I snore friend
It ain't a walk in the park when you gotta confess every sin
But never said win win was some story book s**t
Still my heart flutters like badminton and voice stutters like a french kiss beautiful views are like ecstasy our youth devoid of this rich history don't leave it for another day as thoughts are fleeting as we dream away what conspires to be our savior gives back love if we give thanks and praises
So I say Hey Marseille! Marseille! Yodleeeyeeehawww it's the dallas cowboy way!