The Art of Detailing
• Written by Kalligraphy
Amazing world, got a message from a Caucasian girl
She asked “how you doin, you do drugs and such?”
Said no, blocked her, forgot about it, got lunch
Sharpened my fade, powdered my neck
Old school style, got an old dude type smile
Residue on my black shirt, I puff it up
White dust in the air, let it settle on the cusp
Of the sink, poured myself a kettle made drink
Green tea, ready for the day, new ways to think
Slick like a mink, hair done, looking distinct
My instincts are pure, inside we’re all pink
My thinking is endured from the dear ink
Time for work, started my car, let it warm up
28 degrees to defrost all that had freeze
My music playing, let the speakers speak
I get in, start revving the engine, left and
Turned the volume up, it’s awesome stuff
Something is too perfect, I can’t pin point
Would I be sharper sober, or with a joint
Should I use my finger to point
Or let God summon the oil to anoint?
Driving a few over the limit, you know what’s up
Bugs splattered on my car window, I brush
I park in the lot, see a man in the corner spark
Around the corner blocks, not far from coroner cars
Not far from the Wake where my great uncle laid
Where my grandfather stayed, unbothered praise
Not too far from there, about 5 minutes away
Is a hospital where many births have taken place
Like Masta Ace: “the worlds at a faster pace”
Meaning during my lowest and at the Wake
Crying over dead bodies, not far from the lake
A family was gleaming from their new child’s face
Kinda crazy, this graphic is painted in my head
Almost fainted but I didn’t, thought about it again
Everything is a cycle, the beginning and end
Something is too perfect, I can’t pin point
Would I be sharper sober, or with a joint
Should I use my finger to point
Or let God summon the oil to anoint?
Stopped the thoughts, I walk in my work, mind hurt
No popped percs, I stay sober cuz the pills flirt
With death, I caress my life in between my chest
Stand on my legs and flowing like a lil keg
After my shift, I’m out of laughter and shit
I go back to my car, again it’s frozen and stiff
I do what I need to do to reach homeostasis
Heat myself up, my demeanor dry like an Oasis
I get home, now it’s dark, I depart from my car
I march to my front door and look at the stars
Crystal clear black sky, stars give me black eyes
Cuz the thought of space hits me hard every time
So many light years away, a slight fear I’d say
So much abyss, I think I’m nothing to the space
So many galaxies that await for conversation
With no destination, I can’t get my brain straight
When I looked back to the ground, lusting over stars
Lock my car, open the door to my house, I starve
I eat swine, the protein nourishes my genes
I ain’t Muslim so please don’t try to convert me
I shower later, after a hard days labour of making paper
We take it back to the start, washing off the powder
My neck is clean, sparkling body, food devoured
I go back to sleep, count the lions or the sheep
I wake up, damn now everything repeats
Something is too perfect, I can’t pin point
Would I be sharper sober, or with a joint
Should I use my finger to point
Or let God summon the oil to anoint?
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024