Once upon a time
Before I knew how to rhyme,
I’d have emotions but I couldn’t make em shine.
So they got disposed of
Closed off, and started to rot –
Somehow they turned into all the scars I got.
In time like all things, lyrics got corrupted,
Connection between words and heart got interrupted
And got replaced by whatever would fit –
Absolut, hydro, lithium,
Fat asses, big tits..
Obviously then I’ve evolved to get smashed a lot.
If I didn’t, I don’t know if I’d get past the thoughts –
Wrought in memories tortured but so dearly held.
If you’d spent time in my cortex you’d have no fear of hell.
But the sickness makes me well –
Struggle to stay ascendant,
Helped by the substance-abuse: my co-defendant,
Who’s kind enough to think when my brain won’t touch it.
‘Dog, we got time to kill? Get drunk, fuck it.’
Either that or my mind demands meditation,
And I’ve only so much energy for self-contemplation –
Same way doctors can’t spend all of their time on their patients.
So I’m always waiting,
For the chance
To let my frontal cortex chill out
And to let my Lizard-Brain dance.
I mean it still believes in
Happiness, hope, and love!
Things my real-brain says are effects of the drugs
Feel so much weaker from sobriety,
And nothing really seems much different,
Because the things that get my mind and soul to show interest,
Don’t include money, sex, power, pleasure,
Its all senseless
But that’s what most of life contains –
Subtle delicacies fancied by dime-novels and Lizard-brains.
And it’s a shame,
Because my soul isn’t interested in happiness,
But the hormones in my body need it to avoid wackiness –
Like no fun makes the lizard brain mad.
No love makes the lizard brain sad.
So I let the lizard brain grab,
At the things that I know give it satisfaction,
While my cortex denies all knowledge of the action.
Macking, is activity beneath my notice –
What can any girl give me? I’m focused.
They stuck in a locus
While my brain moves intergalactic,
They’re stuck being the people they are,
And I’m elastic,
By virtue of talents that few people have –
And their chances of getting them rival
Black men getting cabs
In Southern Alabama.
Like pandas, I’m happy if chicks quietly eat their leaves,
Don’t bother me –
And yes dear, I’m busy obviously.
But the Lizard Brain heard what she said:
The smell of a female in-heat goes straight to the head,
Of even men well-read and erudite –
So naturally if they ask me I can spare the world a night –
Maybe a few days,
Just don’t let the lizard-brain get carried away!
That thing falls in love when it sees hips sway
In short skirts or tight jeans –
The lizard brain’s like a fiend!
Get me drunk and set me loose in a party
And you know what I mean.
Still, this thing has done well by my genome,
It saw us crawl out of the water
And utter the first phoneme
Which makes it not really obsolete –
Merely the legs that allowed an evolutionary leap.
Go ahead and sing your love songs –
But the cortex and soul will take over when you go wrong.