W O R D S
Plowing the fieldsPlowing the fields where the mad cows roam, doing damage to the balance that remains unknown
but showing signs like foam drippin from your mouth...
Go home and wash it out!
We're plowing the fields where the mad cows roam around: The ground is infertile now, the problems compound...
The ozone layer can no longer be found.
The reality is real, yet how we don't deal astounds me.
It's not that we don't see the forest for the trees,
it's that we chop them all down and bleed all the energy,
strip mine for metal and minerals (supposedly for free) but you and I both can see this is not at all how things should be.
Throw me a bone and I'll pick up on it.
You don't pick a bone, you lick up on it, suck it, throw the bones in the bucket!
Damn, fuck it!
It had to do with foam.
Oh yeah!
Well, the foam just keeps getting thicker...
and our rhymes just keep getting sicker.
Faster and faster they're getting even quicker.
I've seen the light but now it's starting to flicker.
If truth be told...?
I'm in a Mad cow quarantined zone!
Dig DeeperSeasons and tiny reasons form diseases
naturally Zs's freezes up from time to time.
Come out of it and reallign your mind.
Magical mythical ridiculous physical limitations find you waiting for a sign, fool.
New design category: the ever spiraling story
birth canal allegories
constant fear quest for glory manifest more
free/form poetic explantory beat dance
astral trance
core
truth, spore, hemispheric war
settle down.
More people need to expect more from people
I'm sure I'm confident....
I'm pure: lifestyle shwagadelic and what's more...
open my mouth and roar....
seein past the sirens and seein past the whores, openin all the the perceptual doors
manufacturin myth building lore...
fables and scores.
And a splash in the basin....
flippin papers and chasin... beats
erasin takes and puffin spleefs.
A little shaken from the fall
cerebral coral reefs chafe, cut, and scrape
stall...wait
Catch it and ride the crest
fake
stand tall inside the spiral ya'll
POW!
blow your doubt, neva go out...
neva close spout.
Stand back kid! I brandish my weapon: my mouth
I can't help what comes out.
Sometimes I just sit back and slur words and shout, manifest ideas out my brain spoutspillin'
Blood
give life to this love / give peace to this dove...
without the cloud of doubt always hovering above.
I go out on a limb, close my eyes and fall like an avalanche of nervous love jittering at first then glide and dance on the wind like a butter...fly without
then fly within
learn to use my new gift and go back for my friends.
Gotta get up on this rhyme style
Gotta get up and go while I can...
while I wanna gotta try ta ...
Gonna go on a quest
Gotta wanna gonna do my best to re-route my southwest connect lest we be too freaky and yet...
new york city be live without a net.
What better a bet than, or better yet...
man, you better you better you better you bet
and, no doubt...
neva go out, neva close spout!
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