GOLDEN SARDINE

Head honcho in a poncho like Bob Kaufman Ancient rain from the tonsils Boil the coconut rice, I tear the cilantro Heard y'all still experiment with dirty Henny Me, I publish the City Lights like Ferlinghetti Lusty stare, your boy paid to open the door like concierge I no longer count the years You've grown accustomed to acting from fear Good laugh in the mirror Silence follows cunning, rice pot humming Nod off like a loose fez The Howdy Doody guitar player gets suplexed He not right, might pop like Enoch Light No subliminals, knowledge at intervals, it's a rare science In a cave with several dark thoughts and a clear mind Have blues, will travel, a horse with no name, no saddle Purse big enough to post bail and skedaddle My projections are astral Stormy weather copacetic, Bojangles aesthetic Tiptoe leverage What's mine is in my mind What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory What's mine is in my mind What's mine is in my Bubble goose Money flow four-fold like noble truth Green lung cougher, fill the coffer Slow menace stalker, when a negotiator's not a talker Times of peril is always hella awkward I know what you're pondering And I keep that portion of the mind roped off from wandering It smell of pomegranate, pears, soil How they acts like they're unaware of toiled repetition Make it meaningless, or is that the creation ritual Space station habitual, the great ape made individuals Them cut off from they roots, nah we not in cahoots But there's an understanding, which is all one could ever ask for Consider this my resignation from the task force Consider this my resignation, consider this my resignation What's mine is in my mind, what's mine is in my, yeah And it's like that, and that's the way it is What is the price of glory, fire in the conservatory I'll pull that six-shooter out on him real quick, yeah Reach for the sky, yeah, reach for the sky