Ethereal Driftwood
Yall want to see tits and ass,
Street grit and sass
As beatniks smoking grass on holiday
-You know what we want-
Youre looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash
While you eat quiche and laugh on the Champs-Elysee
-You know what we want-
Im not down with that B-list staff,
As they yell out Jesus at mass
Ill be laughing while I knead this mish-mash of pottery clay
-You know what we want-
An appropriated grease-slick slab, posted up as a meat stick add
But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad
-You know what we want-
And Im too caustic to run, for office or be expunged
For my agnostic plunge
-You know what we want-
So what Ive accomplish and done, is viewed as an off-setted pun
By the posh and young tastemakers
-You know what we want-
An overdone tame premise,
I jump from the plane wreckage
Unscathed yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck
-You know what we want-
Pop cultures lame vestiges, Im an ordained pessimist
With hippie-qualms and
sticky bombs to deter the tank-truck
Im good for a belly laugh
Covered in a blanket of ash
Leaving with an ankle cast
But sometimes I feel that…
I dont have what you want
So wont you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When youre on the plane alive with water wings
Youll think,I didnt know surrendering felt this good
I dont have what you want
So wont you accept my humble offerings
They want semantics and sniveling
Grams to sniff on a triple-beam
To be hand-picked for a little scene
In a student film
All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing
Antihistamines in a syringe-sling
A shanty for this fitted king
Of uprooted elm
And theyve been given solar-powered cars
Trail mix and power bars
Upturned tarot cards
They want to be heralded by wishful teens
In stretch-Hummers and limousines
Theyre beyond medicinal means
-You know what we want-
But I gave them a protagonist
The color of cinnamon and mahogany
filtered through award-winning cinematography
And the motherf#$%ing discography of a G
If you dont like it then kick rocks
Im pre-historys disc -jock
Yeah, I know what you wanted homie
but I never had the s#$t in-stock
I dont have what you want
So wont you accept my humble offerings
Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood
When youre on the plane alive with water wings
Youll think,
I didnt know surrendering felt this good
I dont have what you want
So wont you accept my humble offerings…