Like a tiger woods chip shot, MJs lyrics find greens encased in laurels and nested in artifact. His words not only inflect his armor, they encompass the bezel behind it (with a compass and a pocket knife to boot). All to emphasize, he’s not just saying anything. With every listen, i feel , a child, whose fortune it is to play amidst the metal playground of inference he creates. Maybe you’ve inherited a watch or a pocket knife from your father, or grandfather, or any loved one. Maybe with the hope of gifting the love of your life a YSL heart shaped watch, you set google alerts for finding an affordable deal, only to have this hope crushed, and are reminded constantly by the emails because something broken inside your head swill not allow you to turn them off. To each is own.. but at least the song sounds dope.
