[Refrain:]
Just another couple hundred thousand years of time
To try to find the kindness at the end of humankind —
You can get mine,
I can get thine,
Then we can leave it behind —
Vacant as an empty chest, possessionless and fine.

I put on something nice,
Hit my one hitter twice,
Hit the goddess mother up for her love and advice, under lights —
She said, Nathan Dufour,
Your make take your true form
In the oneness abundant that shakes and divides. Take your sides.
I said, I think I got it,
Kicked a rock
And then I thought of
How the rock might not like, want, to like, be kicked,
‘Cause that is not love
…I’ve got quite philosophical demons.
I’m shy. I’m just here for anthropological reasons.
She said, That’s why they all say they come to the strip club,
Isn’t it? it’s tough — you win or you get cuffed;
Some get to get stuff, some shiver and spit blood.
— Not actuate the worst of it with platitudes:
At least I’ve got the verse and I’m not half bad at it too.
Now to get my mom and dad to vote left and have new
Perspective, then to reinspect my own after I’ve had a few,
Walking home on the avenue.

I’m not mad at you; how could I be?
Both of us: unobligated, truly free.

Let’s go ahead and open it up for questions.
Break out the breath mints.
Let me gauge your impressions:
Depressed in the pressed pins
That etch in the next fringe
Of essence’s threads’ cinch —
Dreamt, but never get pinched.
Goaded by fingers that no one can see,
We go woven in time like a line in a tree,
In the rings of its birth, as it clings to the dirt,
The things of the earth and the sky and the sea.
— I guess that’s everyone:
Yes, yet we’re never done
At best so intelligent some think we’re hella dumb.
Hello, hon.

[Refrain:]
Nothing like a couple hundred thousand years of time
To try to find the kindness at the end of humankind —
You can get mine,
I can get thine,
Depending on each of our signs —
I think I recognize ya from the primogenic slime.

We out here hanging like moss to a tree,
Changing with occasions as they constitute me —
A lot of molecules: me — a lot a lot of ‘em: we —
We oughta consciously collectivize autonomously.

Bees. Be awesome:
Yes get that manna!
Don’t hesitate, say Yes, great; not Man, uhhh…
Have stamina,
Have half a banana,
Be handsome,
And have both of feminine and man love.
Damn, buh.
…What? …So anyway one summer…
Dot dot dot dot dot dot dot — not one word.
Sure: do more than what you’re made for.
That’s just how it be, dude.
We should be paid more.

— Have I covered it all, or do you need me to say more?
Till I cover the earth like Sherwin Williams the paint store.
Nate’s score is way more,
It’s not just starting to take form —
The wave’s warm,
It ain’t break yet,
The great glory
You came for
Is here.

The wav form is hot the daw —
It’s like jogging I’m not even sweating, my brah —
Haha. When I’m running all these programs no prob —
Like it’s not even work,
Like I ain’t got a job.
Yes but I did — with a big advance:
Split it like mixin’ it when it’s panned.
Spit it and kick it like Riverdance
Right where I’m sittin’ like shit in pants.
Ants wouldn’t outnumber the writtens
I’ve written to answer the sum of my visions.

Grace invaded the session; I made confession after:
Absence at its Essence that’s addressed and has no answer,
She gathered all of my atoms in her bright embrace — the Canceler —
Rappers were getting canceled like Battle Star Galactica.
Rapped this after Latin practice, axibus peractus
Mentis — Mention this — the fact is there’s no plan,
The path the pen hits.
That’s genetics — what’s genetics? evidence the past invents us:
Only God can burn us, good returns on her investments.

[Refrain:]
Just another couple hundred thousand years of time
To try to find the kindness at the end of humankind —
You can get mine,
I can get thine,
Then we can leave it behind —
Vacant as an empty chest, possessionless and fine.