taking a break from all sub cultures to go drinking on the beach...

February


Twelve


Twenty


Eleven


Afternoon


Saturday


At


Iba


Zambales


Luzon


Philippines


Just


Chilling


with


Rum


in


hand


Staring at the sea

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