How to be a dirt god

How to be a dirt god ain't that complicated

Start at the bottom, scrabbling together sources of sustenance

Keep ego never inflated

Keep your words understated

Universal forces enforce balance

Complimentary elements encourage a healthy instrumentality of vitality

Vigor enough to jump fence

Grass greener due to demeanor

Causality and correlation analogous to shine-face Caucasians lacking astrologic mind training

Utilizing psychologic tricks to deface Earth's surface

But dirt god rhizomes are maintaining that mystical wild-crow sound beyond underground

Wandering linguistics look lost

Just as unfound

Right always around left corner

Keep it level despite Devil's prevalent presence while bound to this planet rock as human stock

I revel and revolve in my solar tether

Stare at skies full of stars where each one's an opportunity for escape

Other astral plains actualize other actual lives

Multiverse unity of infinite dirt gods lacking earth, hook, shook, ear

Stay woke if you're stuck here

But plot always through haze of fog of digital gaze

Be red fox not steer

Stuck behind invisible fences wasting gaze and endless ouroboros scrolls

Eating own tails of woe and suffering from snakeskin half-off sales

Comes Columbus discoveries of New Worlds which already existed

Inner resistant pales in comparison to chasing external switch of hocus pocus focus

Fuck history

True dirt god existence involves digging deeper than superficial flatlands

Seeking mystery which can never be explained by brain

Rhyme creeper putting off Grim Reaper

Sleeper cell activate

Ancient caveman wall scribble scripture prophecies

With self-healing properties

What which agitates stagnant energies

Malignant psychologies revealed to be less than thought

Living lost and found

Natives showing and improving through disapproved sound

Categorized as lesser since down-presser man putting hands

Pushing down with industrial pound

Of oil-powered piston

Built in prisons

Which can contain all these folks trained to behave

According to the theories of material hoarding

Fill box with inanimate plastic pox overlording

On coffin

Without a dormant

Of planet rocks

Ignoring lessons from Bambaataa, Ramzy[?], Alpha, Omega, Infinity

Ascetic pre-apocolyptic post-modern casualty of reality

Established through genetic segregation

Shallow gene pools telling tall tales

And real-life dirt gods making drums from epic fails

Real-life dirt gods making drums from epic fails