@CarlosSantana 2021 A.D. #CONCERT #Ariba #Salute #WheresTheKeyNow?

 #FUEGO

#AGUA

A PHILOSOPHER DREAMED A STONE & IT TURNED TO REDBONE

I followed y'all elders deep into the interior it, a kilometer high, where wisdom rules free atoms
Nothing comes in or goes out without the knowledge of the only one that matters, it's just me
Not you or yours, I'm not so sorry to say that you've been deceived by deeper funk, azure sea
It is certain to destroy your image of Earth, subtract every drop of H2O and you too, we'll see.

It's like a monster rock without a beginning or end, no garden of paradisaical, Eden drama-domes
Ghouls and monsters under the cribs and bunk beds to make the kids grow into a battle A-drones
Ready to fight to the finish, just like the cartoons taught us in the 50's & 60's, black on white tea
Mothers mixed & fathers fixed so that not only are we ready but we're willing to fight to be free.

Certain illusions of magic are slights of hand with some fairy dust crushed into the mix, mortared
Never go back to Georgia where the sweet peaches fell far from the trees, so out carbohydrated
Lard in the bread, the tortillas and the freaky manna that falls from the welfare AFDC cloudy sky
Into the mouths of the innocent babes, mothers made by accident, git government mules to pay.

Mummies hidden for a reason, decrepit bodies of men and women, our mothers and fathers stink
Souls ain't there you bunch of little drones, grow the phuque up or become dust earlier than then
It is what they want, whomever they may be, they're both dead and alive, a secret society of jive
Depend on your mother's inseminators until they die, say what?  Sons of beaches, I sink the pink!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Sunday, March 14th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Jammed out of the world's alphabetical anomaly while listenin' to @Santana #LegacyEdition #NobodyToDependOn & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/amEer__zXdE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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