Hustlers, Pimps & Common Thieves

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Hustlers, pimps & common thieves



the darkened conclaves can equate from the forest to that of the trees personifications of love is captured in the tender moments lost in time my very being permeates a hidden lasting feeling of
sweet anticipation in relation to philospohical conquest we can surely digress all of life may certainly be a test in your world of push and shove the decorated vase out of the living room floor a
willingness to deeply explore vibrations within swift temptation of quaint mediations its the environment you see can knock you to your knees out spreading its disease everyone has pain from deep
inside its phony to try to run away & hide for we exist as a vapor of dust then we are no more yet through the flame let me be the first to explain that the flame is the fiery affliction that must
come bum rush the show as it inflates the common man's ego telling you where you need to go hustlers, pimps & common thieves



the streets are filled with violence and there is work to be done why must we suffer in silence amidst the violence



working so hard like a soldier can't afford food to be found poets to poetry all of life is a mystery I have come to believe yet there needs to be more smoking fat blunts have a bottle of whiskey
on the side going along for the ride we hide behind four walls the seal claiming it to be no big deal got to go on an awaited vacation in need of rest from any expectaions hearing the sound of the
surf on the turf it gets me so high trying to catch that frisbee so out of reach yet today I preach only to the masses giving people second chances to where they need to go for some folks they like
to keep their rap clean no daddy was a hustler and momma was a whore selling her junk in the back of a trunk down by the liquor store yelling for more falling apart at the seam in some evil twisted
scheme we just do what we please start spreading the disease going to knock you to your knees see ya on the flip side squeeze I know what are thinking have i been doing a lot of drinking by why you
winking serious folks we got to cope instead of getting in a fight with the soap on the rope life is serious so please refrain from engaging in stupid thrills even if it pays the bills

Submitted: November 18, 2017

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Hustlers, pimps & common thieves

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the darkened conclaves can equate from the forest to that of the trees

personifications of love is captured in the tender moments lost in time

my very being permeates a hidden lasting feeling of sweet anticipation

in relation to philospohical conquest we can surely digress

all of life may certainly be a test in your world of push and shove

the decorated vase out of the living room floor a willingness to deeply explore

vibrations within swift temptation of quaint mediations

its the environment you see can knock you to your knees out spreading its disease

everyone has pain from deep inside its phony to try to run away & hide

for we exist as a vapor of dust then we are no more yet through the flame

let me be the first to explain that the flame is the fiery affliction that must come

bum rush the show as it inflates the common man's ego telling you where you need to go

hustlers, pimps & common thieves

?

the streets are filled with violence and there is work to be done

why must we suffer in silence amidst the violence

?

working so hard like a soldier can't afford food to be found

poets to poetry all of life is a mystery I have come to believe yet there needs to be more

smoking fat blunts have a bottle of whiskey on the side going along for the ride

we hide behind four walls the seal claiming it to be no big deal

got to go on an awaited vacation in need of rest from any expectaions

hearing the sound of the surf on the turf it gets me so high

trying to catch that frisbee so out of reach yet today I preach

only to the masses giving people second chances to where they need to go

for some folks they like to keep their rap clean no daddy was a hustler and momma was a whore

selling her junk in the back of a trunk down by the liquor store yelling for more

falling apart at the seam in some evil twisted scheme we just do what we please

start spreading the disease going to knock you to your knees see ya on the flip side squeeze

I know what are thinking have i been doing a lot of drinking by why you winking

serious folks we got to cope instead of geting in a fight with the soap on the rope

life is serious so please refrain from engaging in stupid thrills even if it pays the bills


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