Here's an episode, with the same ol' subject. Straight mediocre, but lemme project; Here's the part, a pal from the start, og like twenty three, Skunk's dank, so my logic sank, swimming through the matrix. Thrive on this, i love-hate this, in a vicious circle, never that simple and that shit was purple, circulatin' undertows, timeless timeline, hanging ridetime, bomb sleep with no explosion, a worry-fader like erosion, gatherin' plants for a chance makin' everything enhance, always attackin' on defense mode, senseless disputes, lackin'...big ticket items, 'cause GOD alway's gotta hide 'em, always with the cash, always on the dash, parked on revenue avenue, currently on currency, bread and cheese is on the menu, a vagabond with carnations in a new frontier, ya hear this, Watchu got when it's gone? can't explain a man's pain when he reads the "Dear John", Hittin' metaphysical-phorical puns, wakin' up to see a trail of bread crumbs gettin' me numb, and all this ends up pretty dumb, makin' up words, defyin' emotions, writin' more notions, passin' the potion so i stay in motion, pullin' cards out from a pocket I just opened, playin' 'em right while I still have 'em in sight, lets see if i can hold this right, fillin' cups, avoidin' hiccups, trying, pursuing, acquiring, editing all over again, I do, but I don't get it, I hate wondering, pondering, dizzy from all the smothering, I'm straight.....trippin', sippin' and dippin' lettin' these thoughts take me elsewhere spittin' writtens like all day, but don't always pen 'em, elevation-concentration, hesitation-elimination, comprehension-non-tensioned...ahhh the peaceful vibrations, a symmetry delivery. His story's a mystery, but no glory story for history.
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