Dancin in the Desert

Heavy slacking jaw flapping another crackhead dancing on the streets

Shark based freelancers overwhelm the best dancers in summer heat

While Teachers strive for tenure without an ounce of teaching in their feet

But that kind of thinking gets thrown into my own categorized bin of empathy

“ITs so fucking heavy g.”

“Fuckin a my brother your tellin me”

Where the fucking Allen B. ? if you can catch that reference lets watch the sunset in the east..

then call it Next level synchronicity. .. throw love into the equation “poof” serendipity.

I'm trying to not use any W’s when i choose to write about light or lose in life when i eat at Mc A Dees..

The have and have nots have finally reached manifest in some shape or form of calamity…

Lets call it PLAN IT B..

the world in which my planet be my mothers nickname.

And luke was born in sandy d.

Came from a father id grow to know then love as family

I fuckin love it..

Another night lost to the public in place of some internal bomb threats

against gods given love list

That He laid down before me and way before we ever got a chance to ask god

whats next???

and thats when its more then certain a reply will be in the form of a somber "toned" song set.

then im forced to be honest with myself and my god wish and try to die a matryed man in a desert of over watered lawns ...its kinda suspect.""?!!...

 

The enemy will never get the best of you and me

and make us b elieve there never was a rooted tree..

that gave us a life and taught us to breath...

after taking a bite of the fruit never meant to bleed.

to deal with a heavenly hell filled weaponry to the unseen

mirage in things i swear can seem as real as we know the truth to be.

a mirqage in the things i pray seem to become seen beyond a just mans dream...

 

at any given bit ill probably a gotta be a whole lotta probably ...

when guven a mic drop ability with a double bit lip authority i quit...