Are the Walls Smokin

I'm a clothes addict, my flow's magic 8 miles underground to choke rabbits Nose habit that grows when I overdose But speak truth so it shrinks like Pinochio Take lines a pony won't, stay unstable Experiment, opperate and lay on tables .. These tricky statements fold, into quick replacements for the old To begin they're scorching cold, but then turn into more to mould I think with thoughts I stole, and feel my mind's out worn its roll A brain damaged and strained stands in the way of former goals Never pushed to measure up just taught to absorb your faults So for the folks who enter escapism I'll be the corpse with bolts If I launch this boat it'll be almost swollen til I've torn it open And I appreciate appreciation exchanging nothing for the token Just your normal poet only with a mouth that pours the ocean Floating words travel motions that suggest the oars are broken I hope the world absorbs the notion so this floors not soaking But I had to make it evaporate so these dam walls are smoking ..