blakey boy's basically got no empathy
doesn't need to get back to me
doesn't mind if that fucks with me really
he's not clueless but mostly carefree
blakey boy's basically got no empathy
just lots of decency, i'm choking on his leniency
grand master tact feels nothing for me
he'll do his own thing, celebrate libran levity
carefree mostly
sometimes eternally
carefree mostly
sometimes eternally
saw him plucking the trends with zen fingertips
he stopped using filtertips
stopped smoking pot
saw him with flower petals at his feet
fragments of conversation between him and them
he's got indian status, shuns the silver spoon
casts the i ching and "explores" on shrooms
the trends dry and die but he always saves face
make no mistake, blake fucks up with grace
he gave me my first trip for free
back when i couldn't find that sort of thing
ochre haze warming lampbuzz, giggling under lions' gazebo
didn't matter that i'd eaten candy beforehand
and spent all my money, he critiqued the candy
said it was hard like it was supposed to be
purple licorice from the gas station, matured
to perfect textural consistency
blakey was a funny guy
we had some fun times
but now he's got a life
and i’ve got these dumb rhymes
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