Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeeelp)
Where’s that muse when you really need her? (pissed)
I said serendipity, won’t you visit me?
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeelp)
Constantly waitin’, hopin’ for somethin’,
Mind tranced out, day-dreaming’s doin’ nothin’,
When she’s suckin’, fuckin’, no ideas are coming,
What’s with this dry spell? Why’s my brain in a cell?
Why’s my heart in Hell? Why’d that campaign of hope fail?
Why do we still prevail? Even amongst all this evil?
I’m from a tiny ville by the hills of blue, next to the sea where time’s a snail
And they all retro not cause it’s cool cause it’s all they got,
OUI’s and jail and all the other tales pale in comparison,
Cause these my brethren, my soul in this like my life is a being,
Quick note, it is, so choose your path on this miss’,
-On since LeBron had his palm on the ball, I’m ballin bitch,
The only way that came, is through devotion and sad days,
I don’t get that writer’s block cause all my block had writers
Inspired me to reach higher, lifting off spliffs of piff on fire,
I’m that child that knew he was wild, turned myself to the King of many isles,
Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeeelp)
Where’s that muse when you really need her? (pissed)
I said serendipity, won’t you visit me?
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeelp)
Visit me like guests comin’ and goin’, theres a hotel in my head,
Every night a new fantasy in my bed, a new amenity to be had,
So that flow needs to go like the rivers roll, need it pronto!
Feed it after midnight and end up with horrors and dark insight,
Been bendin’ down roads, burnin’ ‘Buru engines with my gremlins,
Fencin’ up your racket, sell it to the trailer park boys down the lane,
Under the table, pass that cash, but can’t scribble anything out the brain,
Need to turn that cash to a stash, blaze down a brick of hash and re-gain,
Cause writer’s block ain’t real, unless you’re talking the corner of St.Giles and Wellington,
Or any of the blocks from Yonkers to Queen’s Village to Flatbush to Shaolin,
That wall, that block, that feeling of no-go, that’s an illusion,
That urge to stop or just not, is the difference between genius and flop,
Serendipity, where you goin’?
Hey miss, I need you a little long-
-Er, I need you to do my dirty work,
I hate this thinking thing, just gimme another epiphany! (PLEASE!)
Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
Serendipity, won’t you visit me? (scratchin, scratchin)
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeeelp)
Where’s that muse when you really need her? (pissed)
I said serendipity, won’t you visit me?
I just need ONE more epiphany, (praying like…)
Please! Oh please! (heeeelp)
