How to Be a Gemini - Jonwayne

Red knives in the fireplace

Cut beef like the bible says

Tear streets off with no feet lest they want to walk in the motherland

Purple hearts in her father’s hand

Pull plugs like magicians

No thugs had a tear on his face more permanent than those who never listen

I never know if I’m crazy

Or if the world can’t hear me

So I scream like I was under water hold the bottle like a baby during breast

feed

The seasons are oblivious

In California where we’re creeping

Fold light like a blanket, I’m a neptune native with the stars on my platelets

There’s no ground where I’m walking, upon the shoulder blade of Atlas

My pen and pad ready cool tongue on the steady hold the fist like a fascist

Watch me fall when the rain does

That’s when I rap like the pharaoh

Split hairs over tooth and diminishing inwards, threads getting narrow

They never knew me from next

I never knew a heart from a handsaw

If they could walk ten feet in my sandals I would even let them see what a man

saw

They never knew me from next

I never knew a heart from a handsaw

If they could walk ten feet in my sandals I would even let them see what a man

saw

See what a man saw

I’m furious

Past the phase of dealing with shit

Yanking out stitches

Staking out pigeons

Loosed a killer without a mission

It’s likely I’m living in my life’s intermission

For the rest of it taking beats under my breast

Up the BPM when I’m stressed

Double that with the drink smoke sesh'

Not liking these dudes in my head

They ain’t rooting for me and my bread

But every time I bring the shit up and plays for more ways for me to play dead

And I’m a good actor

Watch us all get along

Cuz' my capacity for mastering my craft is so dastardly it feels wrong

These motherfuckers after me and my faculty

Really wish I was living life lavishly

But I carry on, keeping it in the family with these songs

Black Russian, lungs full of Mustard Gas

Pump breaks with your forehead, hit the dash

Whiplash

Whiplash

Black Russian, lungs full of Mustard Gas

Pump breaks with your forehead, hit the dash

Whiplash

Whiplash