Elephant Tusk

If you want me go there I go there with you I go there with you I go

This sound like granny burning her hot comb on the stove

I was sleeping in church she woke me up tell me go pray for my Pops

How it feel to be aching in a drought

Taste of a distorted dream cleanse my palette

Exotic steam float from my chalice

Woke up this morning feeling off

I walked the road 'til my feet was sore crushed the gravel with my 990's touched the moss

Oriented obstacle branches with my left hand as a visor with my right

I searched until I found him the

Light casted over him through the edges of the leaves laid there like casper