Sumn Slight

Once was gold, now it's rarely

What I grasp, I grasp barely

That ain’t major, but still

Where a few dudes might lose loot, but bagged truth

Once was gold, now it's rarely

What I grasp, I grasp barely

That ain’t major, but still

Where a few dudes might lose loot, but bagged truth

 

Tied to some faith

So we don’t spot the cage

I be floating through a maze

Or that maybe, I’m in the mix


I sense, it bears meaning


But never tallied the wins


Penned, bout the odyssey,

Where existence thins?

Could you, show me

Still we live pre-written

Outcomes are infinite

Skeptic or submission?

My sole known living is the prism

Lust ain’t holy but she moanin like she’s caught religion

Proof or conviction?

So I lit it, ponderin how anyone missed this

But then she said “only these lips are for kissing, now baby hit this”


Her encore act went risqué as she tried to do some play


Dance on my lap while playing some classic track

 

Once was gold, now it's rarely

What I grasp, I grasp barely

That ain’t major, but still

Where a few dudes might lose loot, but bagged truth

Once was gold, now it's rarely

What I grasp, I grasp barely

That ain’t major, but still

Where a few dudes might lose loot, but bagged truth

 

Dropped a couple tabs, next we're tounging in the cab to her journey


Barely caught her name, started talking and she caught me as worthy

Faded at a dive bar in Derby


Ego trip or modest legacy?

Shared by another's empathy

Ideas wrestled in my cognitive treasury

Fate or harmonized destiny?


If he’d ever spilled like that to another squad?

I thanked the man, gave a nod, stepped out contemplating odds


Glass lit up to sell design, persuasion feeds us not to pry or even sight it as we align

Who questioned the dollar signs, yet these lessons boxed in a compact shrine

No craving to rise or meditate like what a thinker would try

Options bred by the market, sedated when we grinds


Everything’s about what hits, everybody hunting that shift

Chauffeur tossed a notion and we nodded with the same shit

Lucid in the back of a Lyft

There is lack, in style

Could you, show me

What define these fences?


Are they coded or tactile?

Even if, it ain't clearly

I sense, it bears value

 

Once was gold, now it's rarely

What I grasp, I grasp barely

That ain’t major, but still

Where a few dudes might lose loot, but bagged truth

Once was gold, now it's rarely

What I grasp, I grasp barely

That ain’t major, but still

Where a few dudes might lose loot, but bagged truth