Trippy's not the word that kids use nowadays,
Hey,
I'm lit like a meteor in night's haze.
Swoosh,
hear the sound of my flame as I glide,
I am an astro boy,
party's my pride.
What's it you want from me,
Mr. Officer?
I didn't have one too many,
I concur.
But what's 'neath your coat,
with a kick,
it's clear,
Protruding inside my nose,
stench I fear.
Hands in the air,
I'll be concise with you,
lad,
Why's your visor so dark,
your moves so bad?
I've a degree in walkanomics,
understand,
From the way I trekked,
born royalty,
I stand.
I've got the high in me,
please,
Mr. Officer,
Can't you see I'm a star,
destined for more?
Under the bar,
sixteen bars,
brush in hand,
In a cell without locks,
feeling unmanned.
Hey,
in blue uniform,
break this cruel cage,
Locks shaved,
clean head by minds in a rage.
I left the kill spot,
was once my chill spot,
Walking away,
feeling like I'm forgotten.
Meteor crash and burn,
some fall to earth's crest,
I reassured myself,
Star boy,
at my best.