CREEPIN' SON, DO WHAT 'it' DO, 'ORDER' OF LAW & ORDER
Locked in tight, 1st to last shred, HumV matters in time
Grown ovum to skull & crossbones in flight, slippin' in slime
Mothers knew what JD Black was sayin' & y'all bled it out
Boy or girl, one of each or triplets' twins, two up & about.
Major Tommy or Jimmy or Bobby, even Johnny knew it all
That this was all there ever was, we've created the scenario
From ignorance and fear of the unknown to Hollywood Blow
I knew everything from the get-go before we met on a call.
Frustration & the rusted joints never get the release grease
Beatin' the metal and skin for the rhythms wise fools peace
Nothing personal, I'm just a character in the dream too, so
Groove gets the needle and the spoon, trip to a moon too.
Graves dug without a purpose, ain't comin' back here, to be
Corks plugged the screwed holes that get in God's Dead Sea
No human lives beyond this planet's spin & revolution of me
I'm the One that counts, Spirit's spin of matter, y'all see?
Probably can't see the point, it's sharp & you'll get stabbed
If & only if you come to the grips of the handle, it'll dawn
On your miniscule brain full of data, God drops a thin dime
Ten pesos for the nonsense & 100 pills in a bottle of Time.
Keepin' track of the revolutions around the Sun, stillborne
Of men, mice, rats, roaches, bacteria, viruses & God's ilk
Competing for the survival, for the love of a battle horn
Blown air warning of the pain & suffering to come in milk.
Mothers' breasts were empty though, didn't get a lick of it
Just the formula of the science of the 1950's, cripple's chit
Bet on the wisdom of the most ignorant among the herd Id
All the chips were won yet the cards got dealt to The Kid.
Bringin' the battle back to the home front where angels flee
From a battle zone where life on Earth may be lost at sea
Point of view is with the third eye to see in the darkness
Everywhere 'round your ID, trillions of miles of Nothingness.
That's all folks, remember this when you choke a last gasp
I told you so, you didn't believe it 'cause it was incredible
Yet, the Truth's been told, you know you heard it, an asp
Snake head, snake bit & crawled around Earth, my double.
Dead in my head a moment after God's dam broke my back
Lost all of my marbles in Space, outside any girl's hollarback
Dynomite blowin' the scat out of the TNT, cleared the deck
Nothing to fly around in the dead air, really ain't no Shrek.
Fantastic orgasm brought me this figment of imaginary signs
As if it meant anything that you lived & died, happy or sad
Come on man! Come on Woman! Lock this in tight, Word
Sound to repeat from afar, signaling a forgotten love bird.
All of it, everything and none of it, Nothing at all, all Good
In the middle of things you can't see or smell, it ain't food
Winning bloody skin & hair, full of mud & dirt, we're meals
A reaper of souls' skin & bones in a thin skin-bag, for reals!
Jinx & Miss Lucy in an out range system of the up & down
Gone in sixty seconds or after I lay it all down on a by-line
Compared to yesterday, today ain't tomorrow no more bloke
Bags y'all got this? A GD superman asked to be so #Woke?
Common grounds to slither on, #TubeSnake boogie, my son
We've been here & there before, makin' another run undone
Will leave a legacy of mystery about why I got here & left
Had it all & left it all behind, you think you'd downshift?
You didn't and it was all downhill for the rest of the Spin
Top down tot he bottom, swimmin' in mystery 'til the end
It will come like it or not, a concert you've got back stages
I'm just random combinations of mud-blood's danger zones.
Down or up on a fishin' trip down the Mississip, pride holy
Watched the trip, played rhythm, lead & bass, tasted folly
Dreamed I got #Woke, left on my own all alone without me
Little boy trained to fall down & get up until he can't see.
Hell, it's in the darkness just before the blinding light of Oz
Monkey-men thinkin' they gotta eat & feed a bannana cause
I did not ask for this unless I forgot that I did, let us pray
Chords breakin' melodious forms, Fire in a lost Hole, Today!
Caught you smokin' your wine & drinkin' yo' wacky tobaky
Kiddin' nobody but Cheech, Chong & daddy who all knew
It all comes out in the wash, creepin' up on top of the roof
A little do what it do on you, pop, creepin' go? Sonny too?
by
#CottonMouth #CreepinUpOnyou #DoWhatItDo
rjjstephan
c. July XVIth, MMXX22 Anno Domini
{ I jacked up this jam while loopin' #WackyTobaccy by @TobyKeith #BallsToTheWall link @ https://youtu.be/2kGEhX_s2_g }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
God!
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