Seaweed - Saul Williams

I drive a yellow Volvo.

'86 submarine

Someone’s behind me in an Escalade trying to blind me with their high beams

I make a left

I’m the road to nowhere, heading west

The sky is purple streaks

The sun is setting in my chest

I feel warm inside

So I’m going for a ride

Put your picture on my dashboard 'til my fate and your collides

Seaweed washed upon the shore

Severed locks of he who walks the ocean floor

Got a yellow Volvo.

'86 submarine

Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels and my tank is filled with dreams

Fuck the game

I practice being in the passing lane

And watch the price of gasoline rise with the price of fame

I’m immortal

I render unto Caesar to be cordial

He sees a wooden casket where I see a glowing portal

Check your engine

Looks like you’re running on the blood of Indians (laughs)

Put some turquoise in that rolls Royce 'til you crash into a pendulum

Seaweed washed upon the shore

Severed locks of he who walks the ocean floor

Got a yellow Volvo.

'86 submarine

I drove it under water guided by my own high beams

Nothing’s left

Witnessed the demolition of the west

Feel like a little kid

Hiding in my mothers' dress.

I’m in space

The lone ambassador of every race

The starfish that discover me plant their flags into my face

I’m a clone of every written and unwritten poem

A shark pulls up beside me fingering beads and chanting om

I can’t believe it

I never really thought that sharks would need it

I thought they’d make their peace: bite it, bleed it, kill it, eat it

But I was wrong

Every living being deserves a song

And our passions must be rationed 'til our rations sing along