Woke up feeling selfish this morning, so I jumped in the time machine, because that what the selfish do.
Going through some thangs with boosie boo. I be smoking on some purple too. This shit got me acting like you know who.
Heir to the throne, new power, x generation.
Shoes of cloud, pulse of rain.
Eyes of fire, my normal,
every day I’m different,
every day I’m the same.
As an artist, I learned to leave some things to the imagination, better known as, Interpretations derived from different perspectives. That’s life.
The unforeseen future, “the darken heart.
t’s a cold world out there, “christened by the cold.
Taunted by the bold, “those who want to remain in control”
Communication. Jargon which is a breakdown in communication, because it only meant to be understood by those in the know. Just as our laws that are written in the language of courts. Which is jargon that’s meant to confuse and take those who unable to interpret its true meaning.
The question then becomes, why are they still using this confusing form of communication in every form of government.
I said selfish because Time travel effects everyone, everywhere.
Speaking with the dead,
The most beautiful day.
The shadow calls,
It’s good, by the way.
Dark and tall.
Remember the day
Let’s see what
Tomorrow has to say.
Stumble and fray.
just another day.
What you say.
Fathers’s. Eyes
No how,
no way.
Enough of that,
Plain English. just my way of saying, build it and they will come.
There are a lot of paths on the trail and they don’t all lead to the same place. Anyway I consider it an honor.
I been haunting for along time. Call of the wild. Brothers be wanting answer or wanting to know industry changing secrets.
Lab not working? I asked, already knowing that science doesn’t always have all the answers.
Living in the future or living in the past. Nowadays it’s getting harder to tell. Timestamp says one thing, good senses, say something else.
For real I don’t get. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have a clue since just because I do things differently.
Time to mow the lawn.
Once trailblazers are now following. What’s up with that.
Rks, Honor the dead. Respect is what I’m about. That stinky skunky funk is all good, unfortunately it tastes like it smells.
To those who created rks, cool I’m with it. I mean, thanks for the blessing.
Those chasing the past when I’m looking at the future. Bros, we are going in opposite directions.
None the less, certain phenos pop up all the time. Maybe I can be persuaded to pull Mrs congeniality to the side if she shows up again. It is what it is.
No time for all the misinterpreted subliminal messages. Working together.
Going through some thangs with boosie boo. I be smoking on some purple too. This shit got me acting like you know who.
Heir to the throne, new power, x generation.
Shoes of cloud, pulse of rain.
Eyes of fire, my normal,
every day I’m different,
every day I’m the same.
As an artist, I learned to leave some things to the imagination, better known as, Interpretations derived from different perspectives. That’s life.
The unforeseen future, “the darken heart.
t’s a cold world out there, “christened by the cold.
Taunted by the bold, “those who want to remain in control”
Communication. Jargon which is a breakdown in communication, because it only meant to be understood by those in the know. Just as our laws that are written in the language of courts. Which is jargon that’s meant to confuse and take those who unable to interpret its true meaning.
The question then becomes, why are they still using this confusing form of communication in every form of government.
I said selfish because Time travel effects everyone, everywhere.
Speaking with the dead,
The most beautiful day.
The shadow calls,
It’s good, by the way.
Dark and tall.
Remember the day
Let’s see what
Tomorrow has to say.
Stumble and fray.
just another day.
What you say.
Fathers’s. Eyes
No how,
no way.
Enough of that,
Plain English. just my way of saying, build it and they will come.
There are a lot of paths on the trail and they don’t all lead to the same place. Anyway I consider it an honor.
I been haunting for along time. Call of the wild. Brothers be wanting answer or wanting to know industry changing secrets.
Lab not working? I asked, already knowing that science doesn’t always have all the answers.
Living in the future or living in the past. Nowadays it’s getting harder to tell. Timestamp says one thing, good senses, say something else.
For real I don’t get. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have a clue since just because I do things differently.
Time to mow the lawn.
Once trailblazers are now following. What’s up with that.
Rks, Honor the dead. Respect is what I’m about. That stinky skunky funk is all good, unfortunately it tastes like it smells.
To those who created rks, cool I’m with it. I mean, thanks for the blessing.
Those chasing the past when I’m looking at the future. Bros, we are going in opposite directions.
None the less, certain phenos pop up all the time. Maybe I can be persuaded to pull Mrs congeniality to the side if she shows up again. It is what it is.
No time for all the misinterpreted subliminal messages. Working together.