Lost Interlude

All from a blank page and beats that have no name,
 seem like blank walls to cats' fame.
 Sniff the aerosol, and light headed, trippy
 abyss of concrete that clouds the streets
 Sky's the limit; hop the soul train,
 moves you mimic to a New York minute.
 and in a flash the world gone upside down,
 the townsfolk over-run by clowns.
 Since way back this homie don't play that,
 caught them rain drops at the brim of ya hat.
 Brace yourself, I'm rolling with no brakes,
 Power moves hellbent with back aches.
 Ya butterfingers, still couldn't get a grip.
 Ate the roach clip, you sank my battleship.
 Mondays, all disheveled. Even a rebel
 without a cause learned to settle.
 I'm off the kettle full blown growing steam,
 got snuffed by the American dream.
 Down for the count; stargazin...
 it's cool calm Peter Parker, the Amazing.