LaFlaca @GovtMule & Xfactors

FOR THE 4th FOUR FAUX FIXX

LA FLACA A LA CARTE
Nothing but the best things on planet Earth are in store for the guilty innocents
Under and over duress of the planted drops of molecular structures of Charms
Inside of the nucleus of the atom, you see microorganisms alive, just like all life
Bringing the rhythm and rhyme to the beats you have ringing in your holy head.

Without historical record, we’d not ever know that we’re all gonna die of things
Something tells the child at the age of reason that life is an aberration of O-rings
Keeping all of your spunk and spirit at bay whether you like it or not, it’s all good
To survive is better than the alternative, we’ve his blind faith tenet, it ain’t rude.

All sensation is for the ultimate goal of feeling the light, the water of love pools
All men and women who travel to and fro in near Outerspace, orbit God’s rules
Matter and energy collide to gravitationally collapse white dwarves’ souls’ foals
On the cuff, Nobody’s morality, good, bad & the ugly that leave the stage’s holes.

Occult spells, unintelligible gibberish ad infinitum, ala illiterate intelligence IDs
Monotheistically polytheistic are conjectures of fearful & unintentional thieves
Sordid stories created from sacred and profane recollections, all in the i-phones
Of the mites on mice and bacteria inside the all too human skulls & crossbones.

Inappropriate as above is with the absence of atomic substance, so below is too
Consider your memory of life as you knew it before your conception and rebirth
Into the men and women, you look into the mirror at today, love of dirt’s a must
Maybe it is what it is for a reason and maybe it’s just a random collision of dust.

Busted a crew of 99 out of the prisoners’ quarters hidden behind two ears’ crud
Now the hundreds move & animate the dead things of a cartoon, as we know it
Bums and humans who got junk in their veins rule the roost of the dead at night
While you’re asleep in bed, warm & cozy, others are devoid of the pretend right.

Juice bars around every corner, hooks ready to embed into silver & golden geese
Eggs to nest away until the Time is ripe for the birth of justice, bad guys to fleece
Taking it all & take no prisoners, the war mantra of Grant & Lee, take the gen-xrz
All of the war mongers were peaceful babies of innocent mothers’ half-brothers.

Games with rules I’ve generated out of thin air, all get won or lost by the stooges
Just the ones you need to pull wool over their eyes, lovers who all eat dead matter
To be or not to be alive, either eat, drink & be merry or you don’t, all of my ruses
Hot as a pistol after firing 6 shots, 5 finger-melted lead, I’m the mad, mad hatter.

Morons teaching idiosyncratic idiots their ABC’s & 1,2,3’s for the Id’s super Ego
Mentally challenged to leave it all alone to its druthers & watch the show finale
Grim as a holy reaper is, sometimes happy to see the day come in the night end
Stepmothers embedded in the petri dish of critters, movin’ atoms into oblivion.

Evermore, the recently extinct dodo birds made a come-back in the RNA gen-z labs
Now, as we’ve assimilated extinction and survival together to yield, good & evil dabs
Dominance over our subordinated will to power is critical to gaining GA’s Deva dip
Without control, chaos will dominate until the final singularity squeak, a tiny peep.

Souls of the crows and the men who watched and listened to the signals and marks
On the ground & in the air, radicals took my hand, ground my soul in the water parks
More or less, there’s an answer for all questions, even if the answer’s incorrect or old
In or out of the stores, pay for the wares all in one place at the same time, stone cold.

Spun records, ran tapes reel-to-reel, cart & cassette, DJ extraordinaire in my mind
Out of the studio, a regular guy that can’t see anybody’s face in the mirror, it’s a sign
That y'all ain’t either here or there, nowhere on Earth now or then once you’ve died
Hell or heaven can wait, Time is relative & without Earth’s spin, there is none, I lied.

 

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, May 4^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted Sunday AM at 1111 AM finish time, while listenin’ to @AllmanBrothers @WarrenHaynes #LoadedDice link @ https://youtu.be/OIz1t3Sufwg?si=2SCtVlAo4ebMr7Gf }

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