Corded strings, my piano harmony, every step ...i walk en sync
warm tone if i speak, polyphonic to my cellphone beep
my maneuvering drive of bodily jive, believe it if, I'm, second to none
Gone are the times, if i miss it enough, the sun changed my dial to a wrist watching bluff
i am here now, give me a second to handle some business...whose on the line?
AHH... This is Krash Korse, my first drop. Somebody drop me a line.