First Light

Lyrics for First Light

I'm on farmer time Feet tripping the line where silence hide inside I and I, at my most widest high Five alive, who weighed the lies Confirmed, do not deny They found his utterances puzzling Trouble in the middle without covering Hair wrapped in silk, loudly patterned, long sufferer Dragging luggage, scraping knuckles Piecing together a most high The tongues lie, no translation We test in spirit, furthest nearest Under the sound of my voice, you feel me Heeding where the fear is We're all mirrors in the sun, blinding, careless Bite my style, I'm fine, you wear it Don't let me lose you Getting to the spaces in between, licking my fingers Play without abandon, like children chasing embers We came in through the same gate, you can hop your way out Everybody knows you did it Can't nobody reach him, can't nobody touch him Bleeding out, we need signs and wonders Pussy is legal tender too, I'm much inclined to wonder You might catch me talking to my wound, somebody lying (Lying) Nah, I can't follow all the rules I call before I come, I knock before I enter Bought a bottle as a gift, didn't take a sip But if you insist, for the multitude Inside and out, if you should ever call The principle is pleasure, multiply the feeling To the power of whoever (Who would suggest an origin for life?) My old earth, if gold's to be worn, then it shall I wear this collar when I'm poeting, and when I'm not He's only human, then he's not (Except blackness) My low one got a thump, it's getting hotter at night Bleaching up the block, U-Haul trucks Rolling gates, heavy lock Woke the baby, ghost ride the excavator Let it ride What the dark scientists are saying Bad dope in Long Beach, bad dope on Herc hurt Head first, spike earth Sing a song to make the flood cease Too much country, born free, sworn seed I wore all green shades and tones My lover steady stutter speaking My morning starts in service, hard to reset Breaking fast, push the button, tilt my seat back Nobody really wants to crash, eat that I be intercontinental, broady thirty thousand feet or hours Swollen members smelling flowers Poking through the lobby No ID, trust me, I'm Lonnie, highly Highly favored, somebody pray for me I can't keep it to myself, I'm on farmer time Feet tripping the line where silence hides inside I and I, at my most widest high Good morning