the old man that lives
in my head...
woke up today and said....
nuthin new under the sun.
at sometime son,
we all be...
fakers,
takers,
****** muck rakers.
if you think,
you above that.
then...
you must be livin,
in a window-less,
glasshouse, son.
sitting on,
stoneless ground
and smilin...
cause you just don't know,
how downright, dumb,
you be.....
take it from me...
we all born into sin
and we all sometimes,
still like to put
a toe tip in
and swirl it all around....
see what can be stirred
up
see what can be found...
it's what we do with that
slime
that makes a man, gentlefolk
or street-grime......
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
the old man that lives
in my head...
woke up today and said....
nuthin new under the sun.
at sometime son,
we all be...
fakers,
takers,
****** muck rakers.
if you think,
you above that.
then...
you must be livin,
in a window-less,
glasshouse, son.
sitting on,
stoneless ground
and smilin...
cause you just don't know,
how downright, dumb,
you be.....
take it from me...
we all born into sin
and we all sometimes,
still like to put
a toe tip in
and swirl it all around....
see what can be stirred
up
see what can be found...
it's what we do with that
slime
that makes a man, gentlefolk
or street-grime......
he calls every body son.....
an i call him rip.....he does not wake up too often....lol
just kidding....inspired by
an old friend of mine....
i believe the first line
comes from the bible...
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