I was in hands
Now understand
that in those hands I was a man
I fell asleep
in vaguest arms
my Vedic friend, who never ends
My head the cop
is mouthing off
learned how to talk and’s mouthing off
But Vedic friend
with another lesson
to give to cop, this one’s from the top
Now understand
that in those hands I was a man
I fell asleep
in vaguest arms
my Vedic friend, who never ends
My head the cop
is mouthing off
learned how to talk and’s mouthing off
But Vedic friend
with another lesson
to give to cop, this one’s from the top
I’m made of milk
I’m made of meat
I’m made of laughs
I’m made of sweets
We’re separate
but that’s alright.
I’m eaten cake, you’re purple rite
You grip me good and shut me up
and soothe my gut more than enough
The rain is fun
and cop could play
but deepest blues and stays away
I am protected
cop is digested
in Vedic friend who never ends
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