Firm in position ..I sit poised and annoyed with inferior prose reading …thoughts that refuse to stimulate …I ether With this style that I fathered .. Real talk …when the reels spark thoughts of ya’ll come off as mildly retarded … caught ‘em …in the cross fire of words flaming on yards … while a southern church burns … to the grass …I whistle Dixie to confederate flags … And count back to the radical racial facials amassed …at the station house … that’s why I play the house … the mature stride ..I hot step with will take you out …if you threaten my way of living …. Indian pulse so for this blood movement …Thanksgiving … Blessed & enabled to see 30 still living … standing up right … grown outta of the fetal position … dreams of a higher power envisioned … in control of my solar … till rays spill and reflect my wisdom throughout my system … I ear ’em with vintage … then peer with many men …see my foot steps connected with grands of Jernigians … journey men .. who blazed and carved intricate steps for my seed to step in …
6. "Grown Outta The Fetal Position ..." In response to Reply # 0
*No Doubt* --- Been Grown --
*Maturity In Da Mixxx*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
8. "Nahhhhh ... I Ain't Miss U ..." In response to Reply # 7
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥