2022

Projecting paranoia

Burn that gluten; I want soya

Like the Inca, we eat cherimoya

Losing ourselves out in the forests of Nagoya

With trees of giant sequoia that soar higher than skyscrapers

Its a right of passage

You must traverse straight through the vapors

Like a room full of rastas, weed, and rolling papers

Now we in Italy, forking down some pesto pasta and twisting in the capers

Spitting out icebreakers to petrified strangers

Who have mistaken us for transatlantic slave traders

I guess sometimes you gotta trust in the unknown and be a risk taker slash dice player

Even though you might get cut deeply like razors

You have to abandon safety to enjoy your life fully with adrenalizing flavor like a bike racer