Get A Grip Y'All

When a graffiti artist paints a wall
He affirms it as sacred space
But a tagger don't get that
His brain is aero-laced

There are medicants who respect
Good transcendent brew
And druggos high as fuck
With nothing ado

Shamans restore
The love 'tween earth and soul
Hippies pluck mushies
Think they're on a roll

True theologians
Will honour the journey
While apologists cry out,
"Hot burny-burny!"

So many twins
In glass homes shot down
Leaving shit shooter
A naked ass clown

I'm tired of the dumb-cunts
Trampling pearls like swine
So over their stupidity
Wasting our precious time