Meth' Church Drive By

Meth crystals, selling at a stall, by the ton, at a Methodist Church, just off the M1

Do you take a turning into this fantasied, due
'you'll of haveth to believed this hazard'

car sloooows down, low speeds, make time feel like it drags, and the power steeering  starts confusing the car behind, inside the driver who's a human being,

and being, in an imagery world, leaves the land afloat...

you have the conservation of living under the sea, as sea is land, and land is sea...
he said 'you'd be amazed by how much water is stored up in the trees'

you look over there, see the breeze, that is the wave, as the wave is wind
the passanger plays in trainspotting, and in the area of car spotting, you jotted it, into speckle, you speak
'we must check this out'

holy gracefun, what has become of all thing druggy and metropolitan

not to be political, or here on earth, at precise moment, at precise speed of 24 miles per hour,

rush hour comes and goes, speeds up behind and at the side

putting it all to the side, the method is
in preparance,
we'll have to go
baptise our appearance

make a statement in the market sector,
gotta go off the toll,
KFC's wrong - chicken, it ain't got soul
the white has our souls, in its states,
ain't nothing to do with race

we drive, fly, escape to
the heavens gates