#SomethinBoutATruckAndAGirlInARedSunDress #YeahYouGotItNow #RollWithMeBaby!!! #TheHeavy & my 1969 Charger 440 magnum

   

#NoLostTouch #SlippedAwaySlipperySlope #ShoNuffGroovinNowYall

ABOVE & BELOW GOLD & MOM'S DARKASS PARADISE BLUES

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I am not who I was the day I was born, the moment I was conceived was a far out close-up

Of this human, this man, this person, this atomic conglomeration of DNA, pure evil in a cup

Whiskey, Rye, Scotch and Beer all for One and One for all, that's Justice, it's a ham sandwich

A local bartender set up the cream of the dream, 7 shots in the darkness at the edge of Itch.

Once scratched that itch felt like it needed another touch or two, for a shitz and giggles sign

Nothing else left over from the past history 'fore I arrived into this fixed mix, grew braids fine

Blown gaskets got too hot to keep contained in the holy temple of the white boys' combo fee

Created this all from Nothing makes sense now, from nothing you leave nothing, it's victory!

Chain lightening and the white lightening that goes hand in hand, for Love and Faith's smoke

Gone functional to the sums of it all, every tiny atom, compiled to be a planet's original Oak

It's more important than your breath goin' in and out fo you lungs, I recalled a memory I lost

It's no wonder I had a chip on my shoulder, imperative that my obedience to law's high cost.

A dollar to a dime it's a roll of the die, sevens or elevens will get you & I even with the house

Nobody ever wins and beats the House, odds are you'll never be the one who wins the joust

Against the living Evil forces that want to see you dead and buried or lost without any trace

You & I know, we all know what the story is, it's here and now, wrote all over your Hot face.

Too many men and women in the world, need of contraception of the third kind, a die hard

Never gonna drop a dime on humans due to some bullet holes in my back, as I flipped a bird

Written to bare my spiritual physics in an #Omnichronic matrix, company party of One's flock

Holy coffee grounds, sippin' ale, Jack & Coke, all for a monkey trick, roll me a stiff metal glock.

Magazine loaded and read covert to overt and back to the finish line, where mothers don't go

Have no guns, no knives, just sticks and stones to fight the good fight of abused & saved souls

All of the children and siblings of the mothers who banged a father into a mercurial afterbirth

Kissed ground, as I alit the 727 All Star of valiant warriors, mighty chief I am, one God's Earth.

Solar power let it all go downhill and sunk the matter to the grave of Singularity, a blacker ho

Papa rolled the stone away from the holy grounds' cave entry, darkness and the ending blow

Punched, kicked, scratched, poked, gunned, knifed, cut into smithereens, blown rubber soul

Stretched to the finite zeroed out nullification, where nobody gets out alive, let's rock & roll!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Tuesday, May XVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Jammed while listenin' to the #RollWithIt of @Stevie_Winwood link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI #JustTrippin'& @KipMoore #Somethin''BoutATruck link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#BlinkEightyThree #ComeOnAndDance y'all! #SwingTownDown #KeepOnRockinMeBabyDoll

JUNGLE LOVE, ONE HAPPY MARRIAGE OF YIN & YANG FOR FORTY REVOLUTIONS

WE BE ROLLIN' PLAYERS, @2PAC #THUGS, JACKED UP DOGS TRIPPIN'

God's all be damned monkeys couldn't hang long enough, apeskin RNA/DNA marrow

Skinny boys gang bangin' for the sake of the crippled blood runnin' deep to yo' mamas

Brothers and sisters not knowin' anything but the #Punch or the #Hit, all they gon' see

Penitentiary underground flow for apes even deeper inside, jumpin' jack, apt monkey.

Seeing while blinded by the light is impossible but I'm doin' it right now anyway, Holes

Done in & still in the game waitin' for the inevitable climax of the blackness, unlit scat

Rules of the games on the roads to perdition, it's a final end for a surprise conceptions

Of the signals and signatures to sign your life over to the Man, the Woman, the Ends.

Player or just a spectator, maybe without any referee to keep the peace, it means Sin

Scandal meaning everybody is shocked about the behavior they all covet, y'all be Ho's

Hoho whitey, one that's wide open with no rock starlight, just there for the party gin

Third grade on up to the seniorhood of the high and low schools of 'hood dust bowls.

Bustin' rhyme for reasons unknown to the present or the past, it's all for future shocks

Innocent minds free from the bacteria & viruses of their parental guidance commands

It's never, ever in your time on Earth going to be copastetic, #B, a #Struggle I am all in

First to last breath, I'm captain of dreamin' the Ends, the Alpha-Omega Thing Itself sin.

Rebel or compliant to make the feeling inside of the mean meat and 208 bone chumps

You know it's all about you, your mama & papa told you 'bout cool facts of life trumps

I got nothing but what I came here with at that conception of love or rape, all talk raps

Milk and the dirty water soup, got drunk and high by eight, had 7 peacemakers & Daps.

Junkies & bums up & down the boulevards & avenues where I saw each & every blow

Broken arrows and hearts of stone shattered into smitherreens, empty holes of a God

Singularity is too far to see but it's right there waitin' for a gravitational collapse bang

Quick sand just not fast enough to catch my bones in the middle, sinking of thee I sang.

Three, two, one middle finger up just one last time, you give up the ghost's past time

Reincarnate a soul no more, it's all over when it's over, scapegoats or sweathog slime

He and she dwelt among us apes who ruled this planet, 3rd stone away from the One

Sun above stays hot as the place you never wanna go, you turn to empty ash, "I RUN!"

It comes from bulls not canine or feline, it's why there's hamburgers, thank bull sperm

You get nothing burgers at the King or the old MacDonald's farm, no EE II EE II OO term

Eventually the herbivores & carnivores get together for a BBQ, son of a dirty mom dog

Deadbeat fathers of our ancestors ran wild 'til they died of being morons in a holy fog.

Cut to the chase and everything is gone, there's no light, no stars, no life, no Earth hog

Eating everything, being self-consumed by calling in favors with the Word of Gods blog

Apes without the hair to keep warm, using colors to signify the rhymes of painted lips

Only two flappin' in the wind, misunderstood from the meaning, your gibberishly tips.

Full & still filling the top with a liquid it can't hold, it's overflow down, drone christian

Asphalt, tar or reddish black dirt, the remnant of the Big Bang's cold cuts, leftover lies

Bought & sold the wares of the bands of yoyo's in charge of the passin' out on Slo Gins

God bandit saints on front streets, whitey/nigger stolen valor, players way above skies.

Rockin' & shakin' the boat until the fruit fell down to the ground, victor got fool spoils

In the end the light fades, it goes out of you & back to the future where it always boils

In the middle of the Sun, in California, deep in the heart, in the soul, in the sacrament

All in before you drop your hand, stay & call the bluff, slap the shot in smack godsent.

Tulips or roses bow down to the Word, as it slips out my mouth, lips closed on fatties

Compare the fame and glory to the silence of Gold, a quitude ahead & behind all seas

Of men and fish in the race from the sea to tree tops growin' out the red & black dirts

Stay Classy, don't settle #CALI or y'all, whatever, @2pac alive to die, #PoppinHurts!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, May XVI, MMXXii @ Half Past High Noon

{ If you make cash $$ on this, you can wait for Pigs to Fly 'fore you ever can duplicate this feat of #AllEyesOnMe by @TupacAmaruShakur @Makaveli link @ https://youtu.be/QgADsQqcKUs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#EyesCantGetNextToYOU! #SheMakesTheBirdsSingInHarmony @AintNoWomanLikeTheOneIGot #Rock #Soul #R&B

DEAD DINOSAURS, A HIGHER CLASS 

Death happened at least several times before today & not once before tomorrow, now it's over & out

There's no way to ever find me again, it was just passing out before I passed away, twisted to shout

Since God is just everything the Earth was before my conception, it will be so after the Id happening

My conception in a dark womb's 1950 got me here in '51 just in Time for the fireworks boom blowing.

Now and then, everyone who reads words will come across a familiar poem or song to solo hum

Like whistling while you work, unconsciously you move with the vibe, with or without a rhythm

It's not the fault of the person that they're lacking in competence in survival of the fittest, Oh, I see

Simple, free if you're lucky and if you're not, it's complicated & you're indentured, sapiens slavery!

To the man and the woman who pretend to be someone else that nobody knows, it's a cool ruse

Opened up the gates to heaven and hell and let the mongrels and viral infections take it all over

From the DNA inside the nucleii to the starbursts all around us, our sun, our stars' Milky Ways

Galaxies and a unversal parsec away from my heart, I am what I am, it's all of It, dreamin' Lays.

Not as crude as I can be, I've tempered the linguistic interpretation, drawn out the Core's neighbor

No other planets close, above and below me, ahead & behind, it's all the same, parsing a metaphor

Meaning what you think words mean isn't the correct way to think about 'em, John's son's Magic

Spells conjured for the specific reason of forcing Cause & Effect, a Will to Power, a GD Stick!

Pinnacle of success, starlit disaster of this deescalation of the fruits of labor, holy stolen valor

Knowledge & Wisdom are power, ignorance and RNA failure to transfer to a shortstop store

Delivery was incomplete, proof of it is missing, box is still in the truck but we got it all to go

Inside or outside of this thing itself that we seem to be, our tiny self IS all of IT, so go FLOW!

Doubt downloaded to you & I by the extinct crew of our mates who have dearly departed us all

To be or not to be just an open ended statement and question without an answer while breathing

Just after the final gasp though, in the park, under a tree, playin' a game day of Nature's disaster

Up the fecal creek with no paddle, pickin' & grinnin' at a decreased velocity, on the Way to Her.

Enough is enough and too much is too much, my mother's mantra during her SIX child expedition

Labor intense, identical twins at The End, the final bearing of the species' survival, all acid Eve's sin

She tempted One, long gone but still the One, to pit up against a Free Will of Many, scared One y'all

Fear Nothing, slam dunk it downlow, a fat God is all that I am, guffaw, Nothing, a Dead Sea's Scrawl.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

{ Out of the groundless being, nothing comes out of it alive, drafted while jammin' to some @ELVIS #HeartbreakHotel & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/p1GwTJkk_kE }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?