Too Fly 2.0

my rocket boosters loosed
it seems my journey is finally over
i gotta fuel made of lava
and the juices of four leaf clovers
time to blast off, last cough
to clear my throat
then it's off to space camp
singing "that's all she wrote"
unplug the mainframe
cash your last unemployment claim
whether leaving earth or working again
the shit circulates the same
like a cool evening breeze
over the waste treatment facility
you know God's trying to work you
to the best of your abilities
but the well stays frozen
and the air will always stink
you could work that crank forever
but i kinda doubt you'll ever drink
here's some coffee to warm your heart
as you ponder that icy pool
i betcha that warm aroma
will make your senses drool
feeding at the median
between this world and next
synapses collapsing
starting to feel the effects
so when your prayers meet the maker
and he's singing a different tune
i'll be dodging saturn's rings
while you sip on my homebrew

it's like
drink up, think up
how ya gonna make it through the gates in time?
crank that handle as i take my time
ponder this, wander this
rhyme with me as i reach my bliss
there ain't no other way to make it there
ya'll come with me or sit and stare

is this heaven or hell?
which route did you take?
the doors are as identical
as the labels are fake
so when you knock knock on those gates
and you're dressed to the nines
they'll tell ya quit your bitchin'
and get your ass in line
sign here here and here
stop fidgeting it's fine
you had your fill of holy water
now here's a full glass of wine
you've almost made it now, son
everyone is here to see
sit quietly at your monitor
drink up, and press the keys
see your maker on the screen
we like to call him the architect
you should be cozy by now
starting to feel our potion's effect
there's nothing to be afraid of
nothing to worry about
that's when they'll grab you by your fingertips
and suck your soul out
I told you they was trouble
but you didn't listen to my words
instead of sippin' homebrew
you took the opiate of the herds
so when you drink yourself to oblivion
and lose all traces of your soul
i'll be peering in from outside
screaming "little fish, big bowl!"

it's like
line up, sign up
how ya gonna make it through the gates in time?
crank that handle as i take my time
ponder this, wander this
rhyme with me as i reach my bliss
there ain't no other way to make it there
y'all come with me or sit and stare

I said forget paychecks
I want a new trail to follow
Walking a thousand watercolor images
of self across tomorrow
then when I’m through
I’ll turn and gather those pages
And toss them back across yesteryear
So I can exist throughout the ages
I want to be a sculptor, a carpenter
A bricklayer, a mason
So I can build something tangible
Instead of sentences and phrases
In fact I’d rather be a rock
Lying in that river bed
Slowly whittled away to nothing
Instead of existing in your head
Those waters have got gusto
Turning boulders to grains of sand
There’s nothing as powerful as two atoms of hydrogen
Attached to one of oxygen

it's like
link up, think up
how ya gonna make it through the gates in time?
crank that handle as i take my time
ponder this, wander this
rhyme with me as i reach my bliss
there ain't no other way to make it there
y'all come with me or sit and stare