The Customs and Border Blues

I was born in the customs when I gave the ground a kiss.
My daddy was a drug dealer, another daddy police,
third daddy a secret service, white powder was the fourth.
Since their mummification, mama,
I've been lonely all the way forth.

I am strongly bipolar, mama, I'm a definite Prince of Greece.
When I abstain I am Brutus and Caesar, mama,
and otherwise war and peace.

I've been high around the clock for over a decent decade.
Do not breathe when I even knock; I am your instant decay.
My blood is lysergic acid, my lungs are of altered tint.
Avoid eye-contacting me to minimize
your chances of going extinct.

I am strongly bipolar, mama, I'm a definite King of Lys.
When I abstain I am Brutus and Caesar, mama,
and otherwise war and peace.

Wild succulents grow in the desert, the tundras add more to find.
The shamans are everywhere, mama, but I am a different kind.
I'm constantly talking to spirits, or otherwise drinking wine,
A ton of exalted matters, oh mama, I gladly alloy in one.

I am strongly bipolar, mama, I come from the Russian abyss.
When I abstain I am Brutus and Caesar, mama,
and otherwise war and peace.


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