All Things Considered - Dirty Dike

I sentence every sensible soul

To bold reflection intelligence and definite goals

Choose direction and never let the negative hold

Question the mould they set you in and never dissolve

Clever and old?

Whatever I’m a cynical man

With cynical plans to settle in and spit for the fans

And make beats for my psyche, they’re like

«How d’you sleep at night?»

I said I don’t

I smoke weed until I see the light

And please don’t forget where your dreams are

I’m all hands up for some quiche and a clean start

I don’t wanna find myself dreaming as my peeps pass

Skeech ask the question and leave after lesson four

Lesson talk: weed is your enemy, less is more

And everyone’s a friend to me I guess unless we’ve ever fought

I never thought anything would ever be as good as this

Scribbling my book of wish, twisted with a crooked wrist

And this is for my pot rubbing wishes

I’ve still got my sister mother hot food and missus

Feet up in the summer as I cotch food to Christmas

And distance myself from any cocks goons or dickheads

Pisshead, a little but I try

I’ve been taking smaller sips mate I ain’t gonna lie

I’m not as mad as I used to be, people seem to humour me

Instead of piss me off and leave me fuming in a room of freaks

Beef I used to need, and feed upon it greedily

What a fucking waste of time and weakness it seems to me

So speak to me, deeply as an equal

And teach me to be every piece of every living sequel

And help me learn a lesson, I don’t deserve the tension

To speaking out of bravery I won’t reserve the question

And don’t be scared of answers if you’re brave enough to punish me

It’s funny seeing fun love and meerly under currents deep