Turnt

Percolating, who we, I’m just relating Relaying the conveying of alarming apex Son’s getting hotter, sending flares, scorching heirs The roof is on fire, but folks serving gas in meme Unleaded or maybe I’m just fed up in believing the lies Telling me mines don’t matter, from cats living fatter Digging deeper than the greeting of slaps of five Laid down a line, reverberating sublime, wind chimes Chasing dog-gone familiars to frailty in comforting confines Same ole, same old, just ain’t that old, as far as we go No more, I know more, looking at a latch off unlocked doors Mirrors from ceiling to floors, stylishly prefaced or just pre-fab Looking glass, shatters from just one blinking, 2b thinking in turn Thoughts never random, so I hand them pieces of rind to define Seasoned for taste, or just aroma, smelling like wake up all baked up Reeling off feelings, fleeting yesterdays, recalled to question or lesson All in the daze, our revolution could never just be a faze, even nowadays So watch out and peep the come around in what’s happening again…..