A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under

Rain goes perfect with a Nosdam mix tape
 The last street lights stay on well after dawn
 Kings fall to pawns he dropped the needle, let the song say it
 The kind of morgue with a gong to tell you when
 But the rooms rules bend and the staff will make you laugh
 My dad wore this face in old photographs
 Calico cats out scare me from behind a junkyard fence
 High on khat I let my stare go soft but pretend it's not
 When I'm eyed I tongue my bottom teeth
 And look at the sidewalk in front of me
 As my tennis shoes go in and out of the frame
 Another sleuth-footed empty "Why?" walking on goose eggs in the mission
 Swap meet brown 31 fishnet hat cocked to the right
 I only played chess once in my life and I lost
 Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under
 Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under
 Looks like a good sky to die under