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only thing I'm sorry 4/ is not going hard-body sooner stern (howard), sharpton after he gets the green light rigid in nature, but mentally free (peace sherry) Stark enterprises don't got Nathan on me disregarding the flanks of motherfuckers planking _________________ (in my way) excuse me, and us we moving different now literally and proverbial/ alike in our in-action=tantamount to offensive resistance to what the fuck is really good outside can't you see what u do to me this love was meant to be it was meant for me choruses of short and butch-cut females bob they heads in agreeance with me swollen bellies pregnant with purpose for the future but inside graveyarded in indifference and memories of how they did you when they ain't have to do it like that
So sorrowful..
Silver linin's of my puffy clouds simply put/ was fitted for this out-fitted even trial's errors, our do-overs (like when was kids) Oh how I do, in fact, long for summers in the 90's when shit was super gangsta grown dudes in they're 30's and 40's with barrettes and bubbles in they hair in suuped-up impalas with jump not un-idiosynchric in nature and altogether psychotic , yes...out here on the walk here, even it's ethereal almost not really happening, but iz we sing of a yearning for novacaine openly no one wants to feel no more get money, they tell me but when I had it it meant shit to me cause I ain't like the options or even the boss that paid me the bitch was unethical, wore too much make-up and in the end, didn't have my back when the part was over and shit was hectic not @ all her fault but I would not, and could not stay paying for that shit now but when these eyes close at pulled down morning I can and do sleep son alotta mufuckas be up and good for you liars and fuckery initiates should be up so as to give replay to what you done did and chance to your do over come curtain-open of morning
Sorrowful Me..
mourning you see it remnance of last night's fiestas in my hood BK never felt sooooo stifling and unashamed for it's filth and grime suitcases bulge with bodies in 'em folks having a quick coffee and then hoppin' right in front of the train not even 10am yet fresh splatter of plasma on your new hat lady ..she screams.. eyes wide
suitcases bulge, with bodies in 'em (maybe you didn't get that one) young and old pieces of a larger and scarier puzzle thoroughly unsolved, though you caught THAT one and left, the others to scurry off to new haunts in the same fucking borough questions, for the next thinker who is unfettered and unshook deep enough, to wade thru the mob of the unaware to even wanna do the arithmetic son a peculiar & decided division
we be 2 quotient what many left in the remainder we bemoan the day when a Mighty Mathemetician gets to dicing and slicing through the amplified fodder, that IZ that you so enjoy, oh yes you do how do I know? you dress up for it suited and booted, we used to call it in my churchier day with not even the good sense God gave the pigs, to @ least start runnin' when trouble comes not waiting around for the punch line from the heavyweight bullshitter
Sorrowful Me...
sorry for a young lad's family orthodox jewish towing their own decided line doing what it do only to be confronted with the un-orthodox orthodox (scary music ensues) watched with these here eyes as ebony folks, that look like me shook they heads and fingers hollerin' in the bodega and the barber shop how they was just glad it wasn't us behind the crime, I thought it myself it woulda been next level heat, crime and indifference go hand in palm in brooklyn summers in fact and actuality sooooo many of us are walking shells intellectually disconnected, like the most unpaid of cable boxes many having been dismembered for years untold and untouted unprotected and defected from the blankets that failed to cover us warming our bones from the frigid temperature that besets us of current
sorry for nothing that offends you who judge me knowing not the battle I fought and won with no fan fare I was right and was sad to find that shit out so I slunk back to "start", for lack of further script or instruction
I'm instead sorry that you refuse to get it, or me, or even us for this matter @ hand many more will willfully run into the deep--end for weary play in the shallow water all you get is sun burned and wrinkled about the ankles and feet fuck outta here I wanna be immersed in a fresh well'a water hands clean face afresh with liquid oxygen expectant for my kids' kids' tommorrow and thankful for being taught lessons that are devoid of manuals and inferred opinions 1st person baby I seen the look on your face at such a troubling moment with a familiar carcass before you before me and all we could have ever done was screw our faces and shake our domes for we are those that know
until we shape this shitty thinking up there will be more stretched out in front of weeping bloodlines unaware of the games a'foot and the dirty hands with clean gloves on for ushering others in fuck outta here point the way and clear the cache old doubt is like an old english left open in this new york hot weather for hours it tastes like shit and don't do a damn thing for your buzz
King James Bible states in (1st Corinthians 14:8-9)-"..Again, If the trumpet does NOT sound a clear call, who will get ready for battle?..So it is with you."
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