Bust a Rhyme

Am I late to the party? I came to get hearty.
I came to let the guardian in me play smartly.

My name keeps changing--
God just keeps flippin' through the stations
while I'm left rippin' through the statements.
Keep sippin' saline's satiation.

Yes, I've been trippin' off dem pistils
and I been rippin' off dem stamens.
I said pistils, not pistolas, bro.
I mean flowers. I'm no soldja.

Bright green towers, tightly folded.
Light's mean power, turned to gold, man.
Tight beans grown into a sigil.
I grow my own and keep a vigil.

I trust it's not too salty.
The crust is part of all we all be.
I done come hard, like Moriarty.
Let's keep this party fully hearty.
 
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Jacksonville sucks and deserves shit smothered on a dollar bill

Fuck I miss the hills and all the thrills

But here I am with a phone in my hand rhyming like sam I am
 
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