#DontBlameMe cuz! #ItAintMyFaultEither #WhatYouKnowAboutThat?

 #EyeCanFixThat

OLD NEWS WAS NEW, I’M HIPPO

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday ,  August 5, 2019

ssssssssssss AINT MY FAULT Y'ALL sssssssssssss

Fortune has little or nothing to do with the form and shape of things, whiskey glass close

To me and to you, to both of us, our lives are locked into this mystery we’ve gestated O’s

From all of the X’s we’ve become a tic-cat-toe brick-a-back and the absolute Will rules us

In your eyes into your mind, the light and sound waves are the hooks, to addict the crews.

On the Good Ship Lollipop or the USS Enterprise, points and tallies make you scream One

Which is all that really counts in the long and the short run, evolution or devolution, my son

Nothing matters and it’s been scratched, etched into the stones of the remnants of big bangin’

Gang bangin’ has nothin’ to do with #Sharks and the #Jets, no need to worry, we be sinnin’.

But when all the smoke clears out of the homeroom and the windows are shut forever, OMG

That children Catholic school in Chicago, Our Lady of Angels, Northwest side of angels’ grief

Never saw the sky after that last ride on the bus or drop off from mama and papa, gone mojo

Mothers and fathers lived their lives full of grief forever, never to dig anything but grave, go!

You don’t want to know the rest of the stories, the pain and suffering, depression of moms

Helped by neighbors and friends but never to chase away the tragedy, Jesus, y’all chasin’ you

Callin’ your name to explain all of the burnin’ shots of whiskey goin’ down daddies’ in slums

‘cause the wax burned the wood faster than grease on hot ash, forever God turned #95 so blue!

Forever from the first to the last breath of here it goes, my love falls up and down in a hot fire

Grades of school from elementary to the university, taught few words, one thought, I love you

Been a good old boy worth my weight in gold, my love shines like the ore before it was leader

Transformed in the way of the warriors born to the women who kicked their but, screw who?

Telecommunication from the womb to the tomb, noon til three or any other time of the revolt

Around in the circle spins around the burnin’ holy light of the darkness, God, my star of sons

Hey now, let’s not get all religious and chit like that, believing where the hehl are Hades guns

Cold beer, mama and papa at the picnic with the cousins, aunts and uncles, all hit home runs!

Just got lucky to be in the family of the city full of bad smells from the day I’s born to be free

I brought the genes they gave me to the DNA farm of California, after a Texas-Montana row

Dreamed I was drivin’ down the road lookin’ for the way to the party, dropped my phone low

To pick it up was the error of life, last second, last words, look up at the head-on, #PoorMe!

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r j j stephan, i *header is #NatalieWood, don’t ask any #Hippo questions!

c. August 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11:11 PM PST LUNDI SOIR

{ SCRATCHED this little ditty into the DNA tonight while listenin’ to Morganwallen #IfIKnowMe #ICouldUseALittleRain on youTube link @https://youtu.be/o92I3m0i_QE }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#WhatIsTheProblem #TrippinOnYourVibe #TheStruggleToSurvive #ApemanLove

 DARWIN DEATH, SHIP IT, CAPUT!

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Monday, August 5, 2019

--#StraightUpScaredToReincarnate #CrossTheTracks--
ssssssREINCARNATEDsssss
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So very HIGH, happy to have arrived from where I’ve been, way out there in deep outer space

That is all I’ve got to say, the First Cause and the effect of my ego, my personality, a holy face

To wind up the energy, the gas and the smoke of the matter and the dirty water in the hoods

Where I came from, jugulars came to be in the middle of winter, funky, ice conception brood.

Have-nots who were of the mamas who were also babies, shoved by the older brothers of Eve

Your personal time is comin’ whether you like it or not to face your leaving the Earth, a Void

Centered, finish what you will by sheer desire, enter the end of alpha through omega struggle

Backward, upside down and inside out, no other way to get anything done, cool star trouble!

In the format of the formula for the mixing of the microorganism’s verve, gangster white cells

Gettin’ ready to rid the neighborhood of the ones who won’t cooperate with the boss of y’alls

On the streets, sleepin’ in your garages on a roach infested couch, crappin’ in hood yards, dog

No they’re people straight up, givin’ you literally a mcdonalld fecal trip, a gropin’ welfare god.

Right there on your front lawn, ugly americano born n’ raised for the welfare roll, comin’ in

Whether you’re ready or not, lighten up on your prejudice and allow the miscreants to begin

Revolution of takin’ necessary moves to go in the RIGHT direction, WORK JOB or yo’ mamas

Change is what the idiots and morons of the being alive for no human errors in too hot ovens.

Thought it was a dog but it was just a nasty and brick layin’ burger-pharted turd, left deposit

No return with a sneeze or a cough, just a take over of what’s never going to be anything at all

Come in here to my four cornered ceiling and floor, get on this slip stream on the current chit

If and only if you get close to my heart’s attack, you’re good as gone, yo’ purple heart clothes!

This is the lead part of the gold, it burns and it transforms the thing itself from gas to matter

And liquid and you and me, our ancestors and descendants, brothers and sisters, tiny critters

From cells of amoeba and paramecium to the end of Earth’s bubble of gas, it’s a trip you fool

Hard liquor and hard lives go hand in hand, Id-minds gang bangin’ DOPE ‘struggling school.

White and black, brown and yellow and red, skins of different species of man, prejudice girls

Make the boys be that way to so that the favors are granted after runnin’ hard, work and play

Chillin’ and maintaining the useless dads and muchachos who run the ways and means curls

Feeding babies who make more babies, so ignorant and stupid, hippy lie, extinction’s Today?

by {#IAintYoHomey}

r j j stephan, i

c. August 5th, 2019 A.D. a moment in time @ 4:44 AM PST #LUNDI

{ DRAFTED to the RAP of AlexanderKing #MomentInTime & HITS off of #Reincarnated CD link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/DBmae72UtR8 }

W.W.A.R.D.?

#POOHDOGs on my lawn with malice aforethought! #BringItOnDownNow #1 #2 #3 #4, 1, 2...3 4

WHAT’S ON MY GRASS, POOHDOG?*

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Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, August 4, 2019

sssssssssssssssssss poo poo scat ssssssssssssssssss

Between the lines you see what you are, a dump you placed right outside your filthy s-come

Right there in front of your eyes because they are stalkin’ your safeplace to be their kingdom

Without the power of wisdom or knowledge, idiots and morons screw on curbs or in the mud

Wanting the morality of a roach and rutting boar in a mid-summer pool of my killer’s blood.

Anyway you look at the comedy of life in front of your eyes, you live in a ghetto so #MoveOut

Get the For Sale sign on the front lawn and show your house when it’s turned into a box bout

Intruder living in the space near the roaches and rats, ghetto where they were born to welfare

Food stamps, Women, Infant Children (#WIC) and much ado ‘bout a pile of scat on my lawn.

Suddenly, right outside of your front window, ne’er do wells without employment, screw dads

That girlfriend was someone’s daughter that I could not defend other than getting my defense

Of my property and the trespassers who picnic because they have no cents and want all yours

They got built by county welfare department to get big enough to rob us of our proper cents.

They want what we own for free, they heard America was the home of the free and the want it

My stuff is their stuff, as they’ve been taught to take it all in the ghetto or you’ll be a bit of chit

If you’re not the dominant One on the block, concealed armed & dangerous, you appear prey

Then at the moment deadly force is required due to fear for safety of property and life, I say!

Before you bid adieu and leave the petri dish of your amigos, amigas and the ilk left by germs

Give tribute to the ancestors who allowed my presence to complete the mission of the worms

Breaking into and through the crust & gas of this Earth, down to the core of flaming, fake fire

To warm the liquid and keep it from becoming as cold as ice and kill the DNA forms of pyre.

Concealed hands, feet, elbows, knees and skull from the vacant, no neighbor, no hoodie fool

Came from a ghetto city, rat infested roach homes, deep inside of a lateral ghetto, stamp-food

If you can’t work because your welfare check/ food stamps are gone, y’all be just chicken fried

So, you stalk the innocent, naively finding the end of your breath’s heartbeat, bad DOG died!

Didn’t know the prey was indeed a predator in check, with the power to annihilate your beats

Whatever you thought the thumping sound was before you met your maker, that wasn’t teats

Since your mama abandoned you at birth and you never got one, much less two, you evil dog

Spelled backward the word itself #dog is just a #god spelled backward, forward, it’s real, Gog!

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r j j stephan, i

c. August 4th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST

{ took a stab at drafting this piece straight out of the hood in the #Highlands, where neighbors live in a garage, rut and relieve themselves on your front curb and lawn! Now, I’ll listen to some #WARtheBand on youTube to celebrate my application for a #CWP. . . youTube link @ https://youtu.be/WJMAzHaPaOU #OUTLAW #wordUP }

W.W.A.R.D.?