Sharks in the water whether you like it or not, feel the spirit leakin' into God afar
Old man was a younger version of this and that there, fait au complet & aurevoir
System's gone too far to catch up to the end of bliss' lines, fools to infinitely fear
Or less but also either way, it's neither above nor below, I am no hero down here.
Sheep flock around the shephard for no reason, just to find the end of the end zone
A twilight between absolute darkness in a penumbra and angelic starlight, I'm ash
Withstanding no heat past 100 degrees for very long, I'm a wimp for holy water too
Streaming forth out of nowhere, here when I got here & here when I'm gone, no foo.
Out of this world's extraterrestrial units come & go for no reason other than mayhem
All there is can be put into a single thimble if you squeeze it just a taste, a byte of REM
Slip into darkness' dramatic dream within a dream and see the thing as it always was
Just like you & me, a thing moving around, back and forth and bottoming out in fuzz.
Tinker toys and Erector sets on the one hand, musician, boy scout, paperboy, a flyboy
It all comes down to this, no matter what the subject & object happen to be, it's a toy
Always, every day and night, on a roll from east to west, wobbling south to norte high
Among us both the good, the bad and most ugly beyond description, a sewer, NOW fly!
In excess of having total access to the entire shebang of matter, a key, invisible to you
Until the dawn sets upon your conscious self to maintain the line of defense against US
Angels aren't the thing, it's the creator of the things that's the problem, bad & beggin'
It's not personal, I don't care what a creator appears to be, I've got the love lights on.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, May XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST
{ Jammed in silence with noiseproof headphones but would have listened to something or nothing if I could have, I would have, hell, I should have gone to bed! but ... I would have played some @EddieMoney #GimmeSomeWater like this @ https://youtu.be/lsYndo1NslE }
Stretched to the finite zeroed out nullification, where nobody gets out alive, let's rock & roll!
by
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 }
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!
by
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 }
