Return of the Drifter

i walk with a head full of fire,
and a belly full of hunger pain,
uncontained rage takes hold 'til i'm numb again,
clear the air like summer rain,
it's just another day seen through the eye of the hurricane,
runaway train of thought, my sore knuckles say love and hate,
huffing shakes straight 'til i suffocate,
b-boy unengaged til my brain's buzzin', ain't nothin' changed,
decorate grey skies with colour- spray paint tornadoes,
fallen angel with a worn halo, moonwalk on a rainbow,
multi-verse space ghost writer, spit a day-glo one-liner,
the tongue tied long timer, invisible ink specialist,
i think devilish, sipping on a alcoholic beverage,
livin' with benefit cheats and no-hopers, stoners!,
deadbeats who sleep on the sofas, socialite soldiers,
glued to the motorola, worldwide like coca-cola,
weed network, exert energy the head-nod expert,
trenchfoot puttin' in legwork, the wordsmith,
still lifted off the first spliff,
i levitate in space, let the earth drift,
it's sickening; instinct without discipline,
livin' in a world where everybody hears
but nobody's listening, it's like mission impossible
tryna hop-scotch every obstical, death's never optional,
it's the epilogue to the first chronicle, the black comical.

(Cuts: Jehst & Ricochet Klashnekoff - Nightbreed)
"its the return of the drifter.
lone wolf former jacks, roam road like a ridge back.
contents under pressure.
shabby tap i walk aggy with a hunch-back."

soldiers hold a cold stare like they never been scared,
but live life like they know their time's precious 'n' scarce,
beef could be hell on earth, better settle it there,
and if my sins are forgiven heaven better prepare,
i bring a breath of fresh air, bless polluted lungs,
bunged up from the years bunnin' zoots of skunk,
i lounge in bluesy clubs with abusive thugs,
useless drunks,and junkies abusing drugs,
and young bloods with the loosest tongues, it's too much!
old cats sacked up like they loosin' touch and get bust
some are truly stunned, another rabbit in the headlights far too confused to run
i stay balanced like planets like the moon and sun,
i need shoes on my feet and some food to munch,
if you relate to that statement salute me once,
one love, one hope for the youth to the future comes,
its comes now, i'm drunk and run down sun up to sun down,
cuz life is bugged out, some doubt us, but couldn't survive without us,
parasites surround us like close encounters of the 3rd kind,
cyclops with a 3rd eye, deep in my trees like a termite,
toke up the herb 'til it burns bright, burn rubber on the turnpike,
prey stays locked in my search light, word life.

outro:
"yeah , adventures in new bohemia, the drifter is now housebound, and all you spoilt snotty nose little gallagher wannabes, yap-yappin' barkin' at the front door, don't know what happen now, yeah yeah braintax on the board, lowlife!"