the closest to bilingual i'll ever get is praying on my knees and then talking shit if some white line shows me you exist then i'll be laughing like job and have some kids strung out on benzodines so we harmonize get dressed up and get baptized you sung so well for your first time
in arabic i hit the switch parked next to a cop with my prescription pot that chariot right must have been so damn hot i hitchhiked in sandals to the back room of a black tomb fuck the money in my brain i was born again in a cheaper womb i snuck on to the ark dressed like a baby lamb and now i'm selling bars in the promised land and the big man upstairs ain't the only one losing his hair
the autotrain was hell so i ate and slept got drunk at the fair and talked to myself about some sleep techniques i heard somewhere wide awake in the heat no rediscovery now God must be moving upstairs