February 29, 2008

'nuff sed fred


A not-rapper, practicing his rappin' skillz... Enjoy, or deploy!

Tuesday and Beyond

"We want to offer you a job, instructing
at Summit this summer."
Break my mind, make my heart come alive
give hope to the dope and
believe the words
of only the
Pope...
Nope...
Cash...
Trash...
Dance moves followed, a procession of aggression,
celebration style with hiccuped speech and
black diamond jump kicks that spell out the
word "death" with the bones of corporate prisons.

Wendy's... call it a freckled infatuation.
The days always change yet Frosties remain,
blanketed in nauseating joy,
buzzin' like a little boy,
Spillin' like a mental patient,
Relaxed,
and lackin' moot conversation
Withstanding dissemination of interpretation
while crowds gather in another state
of mind. Presidential campaign-nation.
Incognito sandwich switch
unsubstadized loans
and frustrated knee groans. Pass it to the judge.
Junior Bacon thief, will gather the pudge of
embarrassing grief. Word.

Art night flopped; Stopped by a rent-a-cop.
Grilled by the badge with a hot fuzz mind set.
Chilled by the serenity that plagues the benevolent.
Ambivalence prevails when our choices flip flop;
while cranes prescribe to DJ rhino's hip hop.

Don't let the little things get to you.
Eaves droppers prepare,
We shoot blanks to scare,
place ranks between the shell and your heart.
Develop a thick skin
maintain your compassionate heart.
Turn on the truth,
honesty and open-minded youth,
There is a stigma plaguing this place
an enigma breaking my face
Wrestle on king kong, with the
balance of transparency and mystery
in the intricately ethnocentric and
predictable society of parables.

USA, please,
please pray.
California,
see you in May.
word.

1 comment:

Fletcher said...

Yo your words R fly, daug. Makes me want to throw down a beat.

peace.