Chisel Down - MC Frontalot

I reside where stone is thick

If you hear wind whistling, that’s my script

That’s my cliff!

Quit chiseling

Might grant you a wish.

Is this a thing

That happens to humble carvers of the earth’s surface

Or are you flirting with dark powers that sometimes enact curses?

And I’d purse lips if I weren’t ethereal

The way you worry my interior

Any boon you seek, you say

Want it?

Got it.

Fade away…

My trade has never been a fit match

So my future’s always looking pitch black

Waist-deep in this fish fat

I don’t really want to swing this pick axe

I want to be high-minded in a large home

Muse about the uncarved stone

Not chewing on a little bit of charred bone

We want a world of our own, with

Gold steps on the stairwell

Exotic fruits in the hair gel

Skin the color of caramel

And a toilet that looks like a carousel

Once my account is full of mils

Am I gonna feel more fulfilled

Or change the course and pull the wheel and

Ingest the pill, phasers set to kill

I’m a prove that I don’t love anybody

And give myself the power of a governing body

While maintaining selfhood is second nature

So take a little echinacea for your upset dysplasia

‘cause I don’t care how you live

I’m beyond it, my brow is a mountain ridge

Put your chisel down

Let your hammer go

I had a ridged brow when you wandered up

Each elevation I conjured up

At your behest intensified it

What a mess.

You so soon derided

Floods and rains after having been them

That you can’t possibly recall cloud’s dominion over sunbeams and where suns

send them

From when you were the sun

If you want the mountains at your mercy

Here’s your chisel, have it done