Angel Dust

Angel Dust

It blows their minds, they see Gods eye, they sprinkle a little on.

Than they are really, high.

I smile at the name, but I frown at its fame. It invades the brain as vividly as cocaine.

Saved or Sane?

Calm vibrations intrigue my name, when they smoke the dust they really feel the same.

Vibrations and lost of vision.

The illision is, floating kids with wings, flying free with flutes and trumpets.

Bows & arrows with curly hair and they're butt-kid-naked.

Maybe Michael Angelo took a little hit.

A piece of my soul

Life. Has its troubles and worries. But I and I remain, meek.

Life. Has its trials and tribulations, but I and I remain, humble.

The King i'll be. No coin needed in,,, me temple. I praise Yah'weh, The Creator and He anointed me.

Blessed it be, to the free.

I looked into the Moons gaze and She stared back at me with the nat-tu-ral mystic, flowing through me, I Sea.

She guides me.

Through my darkest dreams, to my, brightest, "Schemes".

She loves me more than the birds and the bees, because I sing, more than Adam sung to Eve, in the midst of the trees.

I will destroy the serpent lurking among WE.

POWER given NOT taken, LOVE feeling, NOT ma-king.

She cries out "My King! rescue me"

*Smiling*

I come swiftly my Queen. Her golden tears comforts me, for they are pure.

Like the ocean breeze, I sneeze a blessing. HA'CHEW!, bless you.

A virus of love lingers in you, ...