Indian summer

I swore vengeance in the seventh grade
Not on one man, the whole human race
Im almost done, God be praised
Im almost done, ery debt gets paid
I used to cut grass and smile like I meant it
We squatted in the shade when the mowers overheated
Come home stinkin of gas in the evening
It wasnt any one thing, it was the sequence
The intoxication of countin cash in secret
The secret hiding places where you keep it, intimate
The strip malls, the dealership
Six lanes across, shit job at the end of it
I knew what was up once they said 'come inside the office'
Palmetto bugs flutter the sides of saucers, clumsy
****ers spin inside they coffins
Pluckin guitar strings, Orpheus outside the fortress
MDC, Brooklyn, the rats is gorgin
Kill one only bring more and more like dead explorers
I put a knee hole in Indiana Jones fedora
For that Somali tora we lit up the night like Sodom and Gomorrah
Left out, face forward
I dont wanna disturb your thoughts, I dont wanna disturb your mood. When I give you one that I feel you might like, I wanna make sure you get enough of it
Pineapple spears on the bias
High science, spiritual alliances
Its a vibe, right?
Gene splice, kettle whistle
Qadry Ismail with the missle
Sky face wistful, I had a fistful of ****s ground to the gristle
Conditions a stipulation
Past the need for affirmation
By activation, iridescent black, back to basic
I told her, taste it, obliged and gracious
Percent enthusiastic, splash, catch this
As if, black script, my last grift
Dumbfound myth, run wild wind
Just past the line, you wont gun down the sun
I dont told you again
Stiff necked, gimme mine
Press start, supercharge
Stacked deck, cut the middle
Fast and pray for rain, but just a trickle
Clean your own pistol
I cant walk them dogs with you, ah