loitering on land, solid ground under my feet. time to start looking up, i can feel what it was like to take off when the aircraft was being controlled by me. if you want a description, it’s like driving a car … then the runway all falls away, which is when you see. everything and everyone go the opposite way, oh so peacefully underneath
it’s been a few years since i had my last qualification, so i went and did it again. now i’m a pilot, vertical takeoff and everythin; well well well then.
even though it’s still fuck no turning the camera on myself. so i thought i’d leave the road for a bit and look down on it all, drink to my good health
i don’t have a material mind or obsession with wealth. but you won’t see me move through the sky, fade into plain sight, master of stealth
smoke em if ya got em, light a cigarette for me and mine. here’s my love for you and yours, providence divine
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