American Vol VI - The Calmer

I take the long way home
drifting like clouds
over cities
and boundary lines
that dot the atlas.

trails through lost towns
and the streets you grow up on
where postcards and flavored memories
taste like southern honey
and wet thighs
deep fried.

fumbling youth
speaking to the speakers
twisting bottle tops
tossing letters into sleepy waters
calling mother nature
like a bird on the broken finger.

Catching breathes
i lost in parks long ago
treasure teeth
i smile
she called me a gem.
Jammed foot
reckless texts
wrecking tests
a percentage of me
is imprinted onto you

and the vice versa.

American Vol V - King Slayer

You grow up in the age of ignorance
with dirty youth birthrights
and cigarette ting fights.
I stay the shit
like babies with bad parents.

I drink enough poison
i irradiate every mini skirts
in twenty meter radius.
Death rays
cover my dirty skin.
Toothpick
riding in the shitty tooth
shotgun with a backseat full
of demon smoke.

Little kitty,
my princess
No queen
i fell out of grace
from a monarchy
into burning bridges
and being so fucking blunt
in the bay.

Goodness
Gracious
It must feel so good
to look so lost.
Crank Cranking
jeans ripped
Mad love for the bloody knee
Timer sand
runs thin
and im up
and

over it .
A king is born
test me.