NICE & EASY, FUNERAL Pyre's ON
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I was hollowed out and naked the day I was born, an empty vessel of organic musical DNA
Without a purpose other than to become old and die, to become remembered and forgotten
What it’s worth is nothing at all in the future scheme of things, matter and energy stardust
Please don’t try to stuff #jazz you were fed, ate and now've become the mouth for, the puss.
I am and you are no more than you see in your mind’s eyes, if you think more, dying will tell
Sooner or later, you and I will lock horns. you’ll go down first ‘cause I want you in the blues
I’m still a youngster and there’s a lot of breathing left to do, without help from the MD crews
Portions of this program have been censored for the satiation of the minions whose IQ’s lose.
Nobody knows how much you or I know about Creation of the universe or of your ma’s bawl
In any case of buying time in this space, there is a trade-off, pay attention or you’ll take a dive
Coming straight out of Chicago or Compton or Harlem, dust into ashes of the Reaper’s hall
Your head will be either completely severed from your neck or you’ll be eaten, dead or alive.
Conclusions which are deduced or induced are in any case, merely assumptions Mr Postman
I write letters and they get returned to sender ‘cause the #’s & zones don’t exist, goddamman
She must have been a mirage then ‘cause she WAS here and now she’s done gone, out of sight
I am very apologetic about the whole anti-mojo hookup to yo’ mama, nobody knows or cares.
Jump off of the cliff with me, you’ve got two choices, come or go back, there’s nothing left
Choice has nothing to do with it, it’s a force to be reckoned with for the sake of soul theft
There’s no such thing as a punished soul for sins of the flesh and bones, so sorry ‘bout that
Take that to the bank and cash it in, it’s worth more than diamonds and gold, chit’s #Fat.
Your fortune is the luck of the draw and a roll of the bones, trip aces or snake eyes, you lose
Winning is only for the ones who always get away with the murder of the insect and human
Nobody tattles tales on the wonderful ones with all of the marbles and cache, marbles’ booze
#Nothing matters, everything’s gonna be alright, the gods’ return to sender, an extinct man!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. August 23, 2018 Thursday @ 5:11 PM
{ Drafted listenin’ to #Everclear#FatherOfMine & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kkcbxjWG9Mc }
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