We walked that edge
that avant garde
dropping bars
i try to not drive my car
she stays away from stars
in pretentious bars
i try to trim the fat
and burn the lard
now you can’t see our scars
ridiculed, feathered and tarred
bloodied up as if we rocked some red stars
gotta get together strip the power from the czars
scared on my trip to asia
i thought i caught SARS
my parents came from afar
saw the beauty in the art
and left the door ajar…

Illuminous.. Distant like a quasar..
While string theory is played on a sitar
I am a cornerstone
Rock on without a guitar
Back in the day
My big brothers used to act hard
Now I’m not you’re typical man from mars
I harnessed higher elevated
sated avatars.

Now look at me dad I’m a man…(to be continued)