Malcolm's Garden

Spilling your mind put it on paper Smoking some weed puffing on the vapor Small shaded room the mic a fifty-eight Spittin' smooth words that held the weight Painting a picture of black cars the street PC connected the loops and the beat Feel the ghostly wind blowing ideas A pair of headphones draped on your ears Two years over and I still miss your soul A text, a sample we'd make it all whole Think of the tracks that could've been written Notepad in hand a groove we'd be hittin' Sunday's were better with you in the mix Vegas guitar turning the tricks Three two one a sizzle to sample Unspoken words no need to trample We always agreed on our direction Looking for us not for perfection Four hours, then six, a trip to the square The train to the ferry then you were there Alone with my beats your spirit alive That floats in the air giving me drive A happy mind envisions smiles of laughter my childish rhymes you know what I am after Me my guitar, a mic heavy heart Pushing this song right from the start words have completed Malcolm's lament Now float in the ether to heaven sent