We had to hold out on
the ghost rhymes
(hold off on the
beggar times)

Too rich from the switch
them marble palaces came
with a hitch

(sunglasses italian style
and the motorbikes
girls on file

with the boots and the robes
and the skirts and the
third world
hobos)

Got off and shot
my gold
off the rooftops and
the pyramid tomes

(we read them scriptures
while they burned before
the pages turned to
space)

Some kinda grace she
rubbed me with
(oils of himalayan honeyed
fruits)

with the disciples and the
offshoots of the offshoots
the Goa queens and the
bad enlightenment dreams