COOL, HOLY WATER, FIRST 3 STRIKES, SERVIN' GOD'S ALTAR BOYS
Gods said that money is the cure for all ills, whoever said that's dead now in a grain of salt
Disillusionment is all you're lucky enough to get, it's all there is at the alpha and omega vault
Whipped into shape in this joint and every other joint's place in Space, accept the gift stiff
It's a matter of being lucky, it was a draw and you didn't get the short stick, ain't even a riff.
Apes talkin' to me in my mind, inside my head but not outside, nobody can hear the chatter
It's an ultrasonic, infrared wave of frequent beats and rolls of rocks up against us, me & her
We couldn't get away from it, we died and reinvented the wheel, ad infinitum, an apple pop
Dissed and put in my place as it should be, there's a short way down, I know which way is up.
Pawns servin' kings and queens, underpaying the bishops & knights in the castle of BRANDON
Much too cool for school, fools or wisecrackin' genii without needs & wants, indeed, it is done
Picked all of the cotton before the boll weevels came to consume their share, I killed 'em all
Extinction is Way, the middle way between far left & alt right, uplink a ghost's Id, miserable.
Some nasty funk will make you & I sad but then there's some fabulous funk, get down Son
Whatever it's like when you're not looking is the way it is when you are watching our deaths
You're gonna thank me some day for shocking your monkey yet I understand your i-position
Climate is changing in the garbage can and the church's holy of holies, DNA is the mortal Sin.
Programmed teaching into your early consciousness' adaption, positive and negative and One
Babbling about the reason for being alive and the imaginary notions of what happens, as I die
It doesn't matter about all else, I am the only one who matters to me, the altruist god is done
Pray with secret words & songs to the unseen, ape-unknown, Knuckles I am, why would I lie?
Socialist czars unelected, appointed by powers who rule from the rear, no scruples to reburn
Taught the lessons to help the rise from the ashes or at least to the top of a grandmaster mix
Rappin' the rhyme to the beats of drums and thumped basses, lead, rockin' the roll to Auburn
American river flows down to the underground current, all over now boy, apechit for chicks.
Grandma's hands molded the way it is, it ain't my fault at all, just followed the program blow
I'm responsible only for me, myself & I, everyone else is on their own, we don't need a hero
Like men and women who risk their lives, put their mortal life on a line for freedom equality
DNA magnetics caused plague's invention & extinction, rats & roaches infused, woke up free!
Moral imperative induced out of wisdom, to avoid the chaos of the mobs, a golden rule celeb
Ten commandments are all rolled up into a basketball to be slam dunked into a net's hot web
Do nothing and stoop to no disappointing behavior which accumulates the payback of the Old
Worthwhile for a minute, fired up on an extinction chitlist, diamond-spawn mutant, God gold.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER XVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 1415 hours Samedhi PM
{ Created listenin' to @BobDylan #ServeSomebody link @ https://youtu.be/wC10VWDTzmU }
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