Sunken Place - Chester Watson, Sima Itayim, Max Wonders

Woke Up Feeling this Nü this morning

Jerusalem the Crucifix

A tourist in the Holyland

A regular in Hollywood

I don’t think that makes any sense

I sing these songs they pay my rent

I swear to God I’m seeing things

The memories that we forget

I’m staring at the ceiling fan

Cause I’m tryna make it make some sense

Cause I’m make a little change

Cause I’m tryna cop a couple chains

Cause I’m tryna make you think I’m rich

Through the radio and television

Through the rented cars and televisions

Is this really what we all envisioned

Is this really what we had in mind

Is it any more or less different

If I ditch it all in search for peace of mind

Would they take it all run to the hills with mine

Would it read the world and rip it dead in half

Now, do they delegate the final laugh

I don’t think that’s how it works

Max back from the dead

Back for the verse

Back at ya head

I see no God.

Need no forgiveness

Gold this year was so expensive

Hope the stocks drop a bit I gotta go stack my bread and go ballistic

Drink some water, see some visions

Swim with mermaids, feed the fishes

Chess-master he’s a wizard, movin like Esther after easter dinner

I say doing, you say gonna

I don’t know you, I don’t wanna

Creating art until the sun up

Squadron rollin flora smell like fauna

I been floating in the sunken place

Haiku and a blunt to face

High school ain’t my comfort days

Shit I might buy a dungeon space.

just to park my ship for lunch with babe

She’s a witch but won’t admit or say it

Crystals, opals, gems.

I’m sacred

I Love Ugly on my daily

ILU Muji, juun.

j, FOG

I got on Supreme drawls

Pack smell like a zookeepaa

Don’t know you cowboy;

who-he-haaaa