Andrew - I know my plan! min senaste text, satt ett tag med den..så det skulle ju va schysst o få lite kritik=) blev lite lång kanske..ajja sånt som händer.. I know my plan it's just...I can't trust chance or luck// Or bandage up what gets said when a man gets drunk// Time passes through wine glasses even if the hands are stuck// I ran for what? My life? It's not even worth standin up// I could straighten my good graces and be as holy as you// But I'll keep sittin til my feet blister through the soles of my shoes// Cause it was over as soon as I sold my soul for gold and a few// Old opium tubes that were already opened and used// My shoulder is bruised, I carried the world, holdin the moon// But I can't carry a tune doesn't that seem hopeless to you?// Switchin a couple of flows mixed into couplets of prose// My life's line's like a ripple that struggled and froze// On a river covered in snow in winter a hundred below// So I sit til I'm either sick or in love with the cold// Basically I'm a manuscript for how deep a man can get// When he puts his TV on sleep and lets the channels flip// And slips off to dream and seems to channel it// Where fantasy gets the chance to be a damaged wish// On some tantric shit with sixty candles lit// Until his brainwaves change pace and jam the dish// I see wisdom and knowledge shifting, quibbling with scholars// Drifting, I spit on my followers and gave my sibblings the power// I've been to bottoms of moutains and the top of ocean// And every promise I honored, dozens were probably broken//