Fill up the bowel
to help heal your soul
Fire it up
and drink that cup.
Chug it down
just don’t drown.
Hug the porcelain goddess
and let her catch that mess.
Wake up on the floor
and that your outdoors..
Fire it up again
and no, it’s not a sin.
Cough it out
and don’t pout..
choker time again
so act like it’s your friend.
Eye’s all red and runny
but hey, that’s what’s funny.
You smoke away your day
and have insignificant things to say
You break your paycheck on a bag
and then you have the balls to brag.
Paying the bills takes backseat to you
and all of this I said happens to be true.


Oh my friend where are you now?
Why now and how of Dow bow brown cow?
Oh my lover with the belly ring?
Bling bling and bring on the sing of ding ding?
Oh my family the one’s I missed?
kissed the pissed of prissed and the list of the mist.


Blast off into nothing and get it in return
and then know when to chill and when to burn…
Bask away in the adoration of another drama
and deal with all your mental trauma…
Ask the nay savers for the info
and get abducted by a U.F.O.
Break out and get the prescription
and deal with all the verbal encryption.
Sell the minutes for the dream of a better day
and maybe then you’ll think up something to say.
Blast off and get nothing in return
and for this dream we all have to yearn.
Last one out can dream of what to do
and then find out the ways out are too few.
You have to learn who to trust and not
and deal with their crack head plot.
Away from the ghetto we take flight
and deal away from the everyday plight.
Walk down the street from long ago
where when you go down, you only have the floor.
Stuck in the fish tank of our ghetto reality.

09/05/2003

Posted on 09/05/2003
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