Free-Writing Exercise Open Mike Eagle (Ft. Nocando)

[Open Mike Eagle]
They wrote us a plan
They dotted the I's
They wrote on our hands that this is not a surprise
Every line is a lie
Except that one above
Keep an eye on the sky through to the back of the sun
An immaculate pun
Or immutable truth
Don't believe in the game
If you can see it's the same
We don't need us a plane
Pretty wings or a saucer
All the early adopters
On my whirly-a-copter
Rockin' dirty gollashes
Torn hospital gowns
Them locking us down is mission impossible now
There's too many to count
And in any amount
They'd rather be dead than trapped in a pattern again
Burnt to the surface like ashes scattered in winds
Return to the earth as matter and mass
We shattered the glass
With this animal jazz
Then we jimmy'd the lock off of the idiot box