Juice v1
Juice v1 listen on youtube or here I rushed the river of belief Scooped a palm full Washed my mouth to call her name On the outside I shared my skin with some sun stretching blank canvas sheets like Picasso .... to drag her imaginary fingers on it drawing with liquified pain, landscapes from heaven leaving me to cure alone under the 3 p.m. Sun. On the inside I was hiding in a nameless shack I named it melancholy gray an omen of what's to come, hoping for better days if she came to me, Juice from her lips is all I needed For a rush of blood to the vines, nourishing purpose to my infant lyrics. Juice stagnated in her head must be stirred, not shaken sinking her dagger teeth in me for the perfect dose. let it flow; let me feel it, coming back again. It's the charged current stinging the flesh. That lays us down, focused drunk & oblivious to the outside. With all I have left, I rise I rush...