Hacksaw (Death of a Longboard)

Corner out by river street Close to end experience Longboard disintegrating From that man's foolishness I waited my turn to cross The signal was good to go Patience for pedestrians I don't want to die bro Ever feel like existence Is awareness of tragedy I give the largest portion To myself then Cassady But everybody wants a piece I got to give out a slice Cut a slab of Julian To go with your beans and rice Poverty line is high raps Rap like green Mario Telepathic mindfulness Of auras slight Lucario Presently is a word I don't t use very often Perhaps employ it more While resting in a coffin I know it doesn't work like that Cut my toe off with the hacksaw Shh shh Shh shh Cut my toe off cut my toe Let the world know It's safety no it's Julian Say it: Hamilton Faulkner Regal sounding I admit No relation to the author Steady as the ship sails on Through the twisted waves Polite to a fault when I Awkwardly ask for a raise I used to put nose to the grindstone But now I put my ear to the hacksaw Well It's time to Van Gogh