I’m just a boy in the night
lookin for a fight
hoping that i might get my head on right
trying to clear the static in my attic out of habit
nocturnal journal of an automatic rap fanatic

I’m just a guy in the city
my streets look pretty when the people are gone because they're shitty

i think the night gets me, thats why I’m up and out
im a luna-centric (luna)tic on a walkabout

walking down these dusty (rhodes), with a crusty nose,
spiders in my hair i need some fresh air
nobody knows
how musty it gets, i’m coughing blood in my spit
down in my hole in the pit, 5 years in the shit

inhaling mold in the cold damp basement,
don’t even know where the youth in my face went,
eyes sunk,
cobwebs on my tongue,
I’m a young (fungi)
but i got mushrooms growin in my lungs

my mind is going 60,000 frames per second
people seeing, getting frightened, motion sickness, I’m stepping
right out of time on a dime, the speed force, i’m phasing, and shooting lightning, i need to slow my roll and take a stroll,

and enlighten my mind and my soul as i breath deep and creep,
anxitety and fear disappear, I’m one with the streets
im in an alley by a trash can, algae covered wolf man,
senses heightened, but don’t be frightened because i (liken/lichen/lycan) myself

to a rose growin out of a crack
in a vacant lot nobody sees but knows not to attack
and still they tend to come back cause every time they go by
they feel hopeful inside, even if they don’t know why

i’m just a guy in the city
my streets look pretty when the people are gone
because the people are shitty

i think the night gets me, thats why I’m up and out
im a luna-centric lunatic on a walkabout

people think they own the city but in the night
it’s owned by kitty cats catching rats and mice by streetlight
fighting over (pussy), (scrapping) over scraps
I’m like "hello kitty”,
they be like
"my man, whats the haps?"

i knew you fine felines would be outside tonight
and so i got some tuna, now they be like
“you alright"

i get down on my knees, just to scratch a kitty’s head
i don't care if i get fleas, please pretty kitty pledge
to my Patreon,
I’m supported by my cat friends,
rappin on a fence and making cat scratch(,) man.

dead frog on my doorstep, making (green),
cha-ching
even got a bird in my loafer with a mangled wing

i am the king of the cats, lord of the critters
i like to see the fire flies and bats flutter, flitter

i sparkle and glitter, moth powder, moon dust
I’m your downtown brother, june bug of the boondocks.