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OUTLAWS WILL PINATA YA DOWN @ THE BORDER

There were those days and nights that moved quickly across your mind's third eye's blame game

In the end, final gasp is all you get baby, there's no Time after Time stops, well ain't that a shame

Well of course that's your victory over an unwinnable battle 'tween elements & some alien DNA

Before we become as old as a decade, the program is downloaded into our metal/flesh for a day.

Then all Hades breaks loose, once the reproduction function rises to the fore, snots of yo' mama

Your pops may have been either alive & always workin' at a gig for bucks or an ol' dead beat papa

Dreams of the #Woke are significant because most of them were bastard babies of unwed kinfolk

It ain't their fault of their birth but once they arrive, must abide by law or go to the GAOL to soak.

You don't know like I know the thing itself, you know the thing, other than nothing it's everything

Lights on inside of the darkness on the edges of your ancestral badlands, flat, treeless in Sing Sing

Or another fine establishment of iron & cement, hiding aberrant human DNA/RNA star's disasters

Divine creation, imperfectly concocted out of atomic fusion and fission, a dream within daymares.

It could be worse, Uncle Romeo used to say once Juliette ran off with the teacher's grand Mama

There may have been a dozen children introduced into the gene pool of 32 chromosomes from Ra

Or else there's just the fortune of accident, All of the things in all the right places at the right time

Of Earth both above and below it, we've probed and found Nothing to be the boss of slime mime.

Hand signals and body language with your mouth shut, on terms with the unknown, dead & gone

On a light ray zooming in & out of the way of speeding metal and flesh, until the dead end's done

Better days & nights were conceived and will by divine law be deceived just to swap asteroid spit

You, I and the rest of the #pool will speak no more in the four cornered room of a grave's hotpit.

It's against the law to be out of synchronicity, if you want to do it, just do it, y'all know God died

If you do not do unto others like you'd want them to treat you then you will be hanged or fried

Truth being that we've become the ones we thought we'd never be, the last ones on the planet

When we're gone, it's over when it's over, testosterone & progesterone atrophied, paid the debt.

From way above and below this world of ghettos and castles, nothing can be seen without eyes

We have them and still can't see the point of no return, it's a mystery, an unknown value of Pi

Yet on the other hand, there wasn't even the first hand information, it's an educated prediction

Where YOU were before you became conscious is the main pursuit lost and found, ad infinitum.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 6-6-2021 @ 6:66 AMPST

{ Drafted with a buzz or screech in my mind, in my brain's drowning & listenin' to @WARtheBand #TheWorldIsAGhetto (1972) link @ https://youtu.be/VmheOZtLn3U & @FleetwoodMacLIVEinBoston (1970) link @ https://youtu.be/JHKGsUegUMk }

FINIS

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