SPACE EVERYTIME I ROLL, COLD SLIT INSIDE A CREVICE, ROLLIN' 7'S ON DIE
Now and then you see a long neck sweatin' up on the bartender's side of the shiny cherry wood
Monkeyshined this apechit all in the family, 1 anthropological occasion I CoVided a hot, childhood
Died & now at restlessness, where a hoodie got the hood, come on man! 'Tree' guesses, yo, heh?
Feet up on a tree stump, kicked back for the war and peace, trees fall, we go, we can never stay.
Competency levels out the window, whomever is the first won't be the last, the reason I get high
A principle that you can write down on the stone tablets, a commandment more than ten to fly
Eleventh hour split brain right up the corpus callesom and the world is then clear, grey superstars
Under the heavens which is the dead-ass space between your ears and between Earth and Mars.
Pressured from carbon into the diamond in the rough, utter fascination with shiny things, broken
Shards in a trillion pieces of molecular structures, all of them One first and now, forever the Many
Wishing won't change the nature of the game, 10 rules are set in stone, commands from a throne
Do this and don't do that or else you WILL payback the stolen valor & gold, underground T-bone.
Grab the things you burn that you can inhale and smell the sweetness of the chemical of my leaf
Used and grown from a seed, into a plant with a flower on top, a drug store of mind-brain relief
Among the perfection of gods and humans long gone, dead to me and you, ins & outs, frozen ice
All this is high and dry one day after you cease to be, all too human, fly high you rollers of #Dice.
You need to get back before it's too late, when the window of opportunity closes shut, it's all over
We don't get another chance, there's only one or if you're lucky, two, I think I'm a ruby-red Rover
Native of dirty places, Earth's happy places you wanna be in & sad places you wanna avoid, I am
One & only one of me, I'm the unique one that got away by the skin of my teeth, oh wait, Damn!
After you are born, when you look back to your origin and find your mother's groin, feel her pain
You broke her open like a wishbone, leaving her in a bloody mess to clean up on her own, insane
How can a man comprehend this act of selflessness without a choice other than aborted fetus sin
What Sin is other than human evolution of random DNA mergers, a putrid, cold stank, a trash bin.
Stars want to sing songs to make you pretend and play along with the ruse, annual revolution dye
Regardless of the irritating and pleasant feelings of the five senses, first and last time's gonna die
Leaving nothing but Hope & an ephemeral alternative, a flying nobody, knee deep in Space-Time
More 12 pack Old Style & 5th's of Jose's Gold, cold ones' gone drunk, a longwinded, blood rhyme.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, February 28th, 2021 A.D. @ 07:11 hours AMPST
{ Drafted initiated & inspired by @EricChurch #ColdOne playin' in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9ljgLv0jpxw & @DelbertMcClinton from #NeverBeenRockedEnough #EveryTimeIRollTheDice #RollinSevens link @ https://youtu.be/FNd0OMUPMR4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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