NATURAL

Fuck them all, they don’t know
How it feels to grow but never grow, they’re not made of stone
Nothing feels natural in this neighborhood
Nothing goes natural
In my garden, fields of concrete
I’m the only force that’s giving
Giving any water
To the plants
There’s no nature
There’s no…
Nothing feels natural in this place
Nothing grows natural
All of the colors are painted on
Shit’s fake, must be a mistake
As I roll and skate
Skate past the disaster, master of my own fate
Foam cake houses in a row across the cloned state
Hold up
Captain’s log, I’m on this nigga’s lawn
His grass is made of wax, his sprinklers is on
His wife is in the house, with flowers on her blouse
That always stay in bloom, and pills up in her mouth
I gotta make it out, I gotta make it out
I’m rushin' for a route, but everyone is calm
I’m in the wild west and the wilderness is gone
And the people live in fear and the danger don’t belong
Hold up… captain’s log
Environment here’s sterile
Approaching coordinates 00 34
Welcome to the world
On the way to Paul’s house
Left on Grand
Anyways I’ma make it out
I’m an explorer