analog

on my own two legs i go analog
dancing on the ceiling never stop
going sharp set til i reach the top
mont blanc moleskine mont blanc black ink black skin
i trust in everything i been scribbling
i been trying to catch my breath
but the air so thin
all of these eyes
i need my privacy
but we did snowden
dirty oh well im 30
been a little kid now i wanna go in
i do i dont i dont know what i want
notified but i wont correspond
speech bubble and a sign of a fone
its why im up here leave me alone
imma go tell it to the mountain
keep that fifth chakra open
quit smoking no toking
heres hoping synapses growing
and mending making connections
and send it to solar plexus
progress unchecked it wrecks us
greedy for the next checkpoint
king louie want the flower
he devour anybody with the power
just to make that point
he tear down the whole damn joint
im going whats the point