Thursday, May 13, 2010

surfing + rap + poetry + alcohol + toinks sub cult

[wrote this "under the influence" a few years ago at a surfer's party in zambales. i just went to a corner and typed this on my celphone... buti di nawala]

I can't talk, I can't walk
Can't move, can't groove
Things can't fit to a T
But my mind is working OT
Must be the blunt
I'm feeling like a runt

People may think I'm feeling outta place
But I'm really just in outer space
Must be the blunt
And this is no easy stunt

I really can't talk the talk
But I can float the walk
I'm a big old wallflower
My mind can't even feel the power
Must be the blunt
Feels ayt to be a runt

Yea, I'm rippin thru air
Like a surfboard on a tear
Everything's afloat
I can even feel it in my throat
Must be the blunt
When you're at home
You gotta do this stunt

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