#SkinnyAsARail #RollinAFatty @EricClapton @EricChurch

FLAME AIN'T FOR SALE, NEVERMORE SPRINGSTEEN
Now and then you faintly understood what I meant by the sacred sounds of a whole Truth
In the heat of the night when my hometown was as cool as a firecracker in a gas-lit booth
Money and fame leaked out the moment the breath was taken, from me and dad to mama
Melodies and rhyme never mattered much, it was the title of the tune, a magic word of pa.

Drove that monkey crazy, right up the wall and down to the bone, laughs unlimited good/bad
Divine men and women on Earth, settling for the expeditious and reasonable, alas to be dad
Mirror not even cracked reflecting a replica of the form's image, inside of the Wuhan bat lab
A little less of what's left is better than nothing, it's the realization of the holy self, need a dab.

Miraculous events of causes out of our purview yet they still light up an asphalt streetwalk trick
Smoked some of those ash tray camel straight squares when I was drinkin' left over highballs four
Then pushed the baby out the window with the bathwater, just because the hung wasn't a dick
Stacked up all of the books and categorized their substance, filed alphabetically, as it was before.

Eternity of the immortal is an assumption based on the critical race's premise that wisdom is It
Survival of the fit and thriving in hangtowns or gold standard checks to be cashed or hit to debit
Preening before the kings & queens, providing the happiness of observing a perfect piece of chit
I rocked the dream into and out of the center of Weed, California then retired in the nick of time.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  May 13th, 2021 A.D.  #Trippin
{ Loopin' @EricChurch Greatest Hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/dHlnBdpfJn0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?