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TAKE ME BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYZ

Killing the lights in the rooms that you occupied with your high school plays

You & I know what their daddies would have said, you’d be dead, my brother

Ain’t your fault though, hard to keep those young studs back down in the herd

Eventually, all the bulls’ eyes get shot out; let us flash back to the good old days.

Reverse until the tape breaks & splice the missing links together for the brothers

I always wanted to get back with my lost brothers & sisters from other mothers

Man, it’s almost gone out of my recollection, yet it still gots beats to get me blue

Tell your mama to giddyup & get back to the good old daze, I was oblivious too.

Top of the tip can’t get higher without @X rocket blastoff throwback classic, Fire!

Life was a lot easier when there was nothing but scrappin’ out on the block’s wire

Smalls or Bigs come and go as the ages break down the backs and legs, up in #Airs

Blind faith in chit that ain’t ever gonna happen, like die & go to hell, @Papa cares.

Anything to turn around 360 degrees, wobble a bit like my mother Earth’s hump

Deduce this from the propositions I’ll use as the premises for my solid argument

The conclusion will be completely up to the reader of the words; it’s a fist bump

Back of the class incest, crooked A’s in college, philosophical break, heaven sent.

All the media & internet are getting the whole thing wrong, like the good ol’ days

Nobody wanted to change it, or they would have done the U-turn, let me rephrase

Fluff up your pillow before you fall asleep, you won’t wake up ‘til the dream’s over

Follow in my footsteps on a sandy beach, son of a copycat, on the other side lover.

Bring your l’il ol’ A game to the scuffle, it’s gonna get real at a count of 10, it’s on

Follow me on “X” for the trip you had back in the 60’s with that microdot chemo

Put the trippin’ on the regular folks, it’s all in the head of the fool without a son

Standing up straight and sitting down at attention, Kneel and Lie down, The End.

It’s an encore to recollect the good old days ad infinitum, all you get for Nirvana

Take you there, take us all there, regardless of blind faith, Buddha’s hot in Havana

Spin like a top, twirl like a top, but never counterclockwise, like a butterfly yoyo

Walk the dog, rock the baby, around the world I won the championship of Blow.

My own place in Space is all mine, occupied by nobody but my jive arse, all of me

Evermore from my first choke of air & the last gasp of breath I get to breathe, see

Inside the raw meat, blood moves Life like a river, north to south & ad infinitum

Built like it’s the armor to protect from all bad air force of annihilation, I’m scum.

As the bottom of the barrel allows, scum is what nothing living wants, excretion

What a bum is can be exactly what no godfather or godmother wanted; it’s a sin

Ear to the ground, pay attention to the effects that tiny men compromise for kicks

The Way is so narrow, one foot in front of the other, good old days repeat 96 licks.

Police and sheriffs knew my name back then in the 60’s, I turned it around at War

Viet Nam or Thailand or South Korea, good ol’ days, forgot some & remember all

Delivered all that I had as they Basically Trained me to be 2 empty combat boots

My M-16 had the clips, the God Damn Son of a Bitch jammed, got me in cahoots.

Back to that first visit back home with my uniform on, lookin’ like a warrior to be

Hyped beast to become tamed by the Man who took over the good, bad and ugly

Meant to be, as above so it is below, throwback classic, ready, get set and git go

Laughing and crying until the Finals, Life & Death changed in a NY minute, Flow!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, March V, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 1927 hours PST

{ Drafted while walkin’ down memory lane with @BigSmo  #TheGoodOldDays on youTube link in a loop @ https://youtu.be/3eozVuADXPs }

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