Indian Summer

I swore vengeance in the seventh grade

Not on one man, the whole human race

I'm almost done, God be praised

I'm almost done, e'ry debt gets paid

I used to cut grass and smile like I meant it

We squatted in the shade when the mowers overheated

Come home stinkin' of gas in the evening

It wasn't any one thing, it was the sequence

The intoxication of countin' cash in secret

The secret hiding places where you keep it, intimate

The strip malls, the dealership

Six lanes across, shit job at the end of it

I knew what was up once they said "come inside the office"

Palmetto bugs flutter the sides of saucers, clumsy

****ers spin inside they coffins

Pluckin' guitar strings, Orpheus outside the fortress

MDC, Brooklyn, the rats is gorgin'

Kill one only bring more and more like dead explorers

I put a knee hole in Indiana Jones' fedora

For that Somali tora we lit up the night like Sodom and Gomorrah

Left out, face forward

I don't wanna disturb your thoughts, I don't wanna disturb your mood. When I give you one that I feel you might like, I wanna make sure you get enough of it

Pineapple spears on the bias

High science, spiritual alliances

It's a vibe, right?

Gene splice, kettle whistle

Qadry Ismail with the missle

Sky face wistful, I had a fistful of ****s ground to the gristle

Conditions a stipulation

Past the need for affirmation

By activation, iridescent black, back to basic

I told her, taste it, obliged and gracious

Percent enthusiastic, splash, catch this

As if, black script, my last grift

Dumbfound myth, run wild wind

Just past the line, you won't gun down the sun

I don't told you again

Stiff necked, gimme mine

Press start, supercharge

Stacked deck, cut the middle

Fast and pray for rain, but just a trickle

Clean your own pistol

I can't walk them dogs with you, ah