SILVER SLIVER, REAL CLOSE ONE *
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Swingin’ along, swayin’ to silver slivers comin’ outta gold-silver Brooklyn and Compton soil
Homegrown #WordUp punks payin’ the price for staples, all too human dancing, high royal
Deep in your polypeptides there is DNA that is immortal yet dormant, only the strong survive
This struggle for the place to eat, to hunt for the food, to work for the cash paid to stay alive.
Read any further and it ain’t my fault if you gain insight into a mystery you call, your employ
Blind by light from the sun or the intellectual cyber-sphere of pitchfork mentality, we destroy
Why you work hard or get caught breaking civilization’s rules and regulations of golden rules
You’re born because you weren’t aborted by your mother, even if your father is king of bulls.
Thinkin’ about goin’ around in a circular argument from premise to deduction, now it’s quiet
Mulling around in the darkness without an anchor or foundation from which to launch a diet
Lookin’ for food to eat, stuff to kill and heat up to make it’s death taste better than bloody raw
From first wind to the second wind, there’s a lull in time and space, for hand, hoof and claw.
After life, what do you care what happiness is, what pain and suffering is, no eyes, can’t hear?
That’s why they’ve named it Death, you’re dead, caput, that’s all she wrote, all gods are beer
Looking out into outerspace is impossible during the daylight hours on Earth’s Sky phantoms
An effect of direct sunlight onto the atmosphere being prismatically abused by blown atoms.
Breathe it in and exhale it out, the CO2 is the source of the life of Plants, our food and smoke
Without the roots’ seeds there would be no stems, leaves or flowers, we’d have no pair of nuts
A kernel of a nut, just a speck of dust in the cosmic dirt-iceball dimension, the gang’s all here
I don’t care because it never really matters until you’re close to the edge of doom, I’m #woke.
I know the meaning of life n’ death, I read about it in books and magazines, your mama’s hot
Alternative to an invalid, illogical conclusion about the ends of life you undertaken pretender
A guy or a gal, man or a woman who preaches wisdom and knowledge, so right on, a cool dot
Finals will give you the grades, wise-ass fools but then you gotta live in It, a life, stinkin’ liver.
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r j j stephan, i *HEADER is my personal mandala, it’s now yours!
c. ROCKTOBER 18TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST
{ ...It ain’t my fault! ...generated out of thin error listenin’ to Korn on youTube WTF is the #WordUp link @ https://youtu.be/kyOcIbRRkiw }
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