‘Ole Sweet Player

I never really thought of it
Oh y’know the lovely words
and sugarsweet garlands
and faces that fit
in their frames
I’m always on a higher state of consciousness
I live with outlaws
and I am possessed by evilness
and it breaks my heart
it feeds my mind

Supposing I never saw you
or ever heard your voice,
What if I never talked with you,
or made verses for you
Assuming I never saw your smile
or heard your boring quips
Supposing I left too early
or came in too late
Would it break my heart
or would I have one at all

All the higher states of consciousness
despise you, for they like
to be told in my verses
But why do you nourish the heart
and starve the mind
But y’know I never really thought of it
Words and garlands and faces taste bitter
while chances are a fate
and I don’t believe in fate
and it breaks my heart
it feeds my mind