You alive? Half dead, a fool falling from the bar before the bars said, asking the Barman for something with a hard edge left me with a scarred head. LOL! Still, no regrets, a nice night, the girls tight and half dressed. Had a hard day so by dark I was hard dead. Thought I'd crash hard, wake up feel fresh, all I did was sleep with no zees, no rest The insomnia songstress sung symphony’s with a drunken tongue simply crave unconsciousness but my minds tapped with a constant drum ..I guess she had a good hum, either that or she was tapping into your psyche, trying to stir up some fun Yeah she’s as mischievous as they come, read your cerebral, and make you recall everything that you’ve done I saw it coming 'cos she was on one! Had to split, 'cos I felt the shift, if I stayed a little longer might have seen some shit. We don’t feed that fix for the ego trip, you see you're readable, antagonistic with a need to duel, unreasonable, transparent when your trying to deceive us all... Move an inch, still see 'em coming for miles, by the time ego arrives, I've vetoed her wiles, can't be won with a smile, cos I'm one with a smile so it's more like 'been there,done that, got the tee shirt' for the piece she tried to use to flex up her style Snake in the grass shedding her skin watch her retinas blink and smile turn to a devilish grin, measure the sin by pendulum swings, going back and forth until forever begins Here we go over again, it's the call of the wind, wisps whisper sweet nothing's calling me in. I'm amused could choose to refuse but a muse in any form is hard to resist 'Cause were drawn to instinct, animalistic see the same soul in prints on old ground that our four fathers trudged, we're digging the same holes that the hundreds have dug, to hungry not to eat, man it runs in our blood, forever preparing meals that cause a pain in the gut .. guess that's the reason the heathens can't stomach our rush. We're wickedly hush, like a verbal kick to the nuts. so vicious the screams churn a whimper seized at chest to make the thorax erupt... We walk the four corners of earth, man we’re born for the search, sourcing verse to bring us peace like swords in the dirt... We sow words and grow minds, seed rhymes to breath birth back into the ground of our life. dream signs that align like soldiers marching in line as one universe. One unit, one unique verse.
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