Down Time
On the CD player: (I'm not cool enough to have an mp3 player. wanna donate?) Monsoon Wedding Soundtrack.
In the dryer: My laundry (whites)
In honor of no particular reason, I'm going to drop some lyrics on you because I'm in need of some mental stimulation. Here goes.
Seems like a hectic day just like the others
Playin' it cool, too many hours under the covers
Wonderin' how it's gonna play itself out, without a doubt
It's time for me to get on up out this bed
And drop a line
To my people in the City, got bidness to dwell on,
Met up with my homies, dropped some knowledge
Get that learn on
It ain't easy pimpin an hoein all that you're knowin'
But I have to confess I address my mind with a flow and
I gotta do what I gotta do not cause it's demanded
I break on up out these chains cause it's what commanded
Not by God, or the Goddess, whoever you desire
It's internal this thing we call the Overseer and it requires
Your everpresent presence let it be said
That I choose my own path or else I'd be dead
Dead to the world, to my quest, my meaning
Built upon the foundation and this creation like macromedia it's tweening
Bringing together the beats and the rhymes and much more the life
Cause when I'm on top of things, cease with the strife
That the world throws me, but until I get up out this bed
Ain't nothing knowin' but this rhyme that's just flowing
Throw my head, down them arms to my fingers
Onto the keyboard, flashin' up on the screen, it's the words that flicker
Cause the word was made flesh, from thought to reality
Better quit cause this shit is makin' me hyped up for battle see,
And it ain't even 8AM.
Voodoo
PS: Pimp Nation Double Shot: Hey Dick in the Glass! Thanks for actually visiting the personal page ;-)
Sunday, April 07, 2002
I like long walks, especially when they're taken by people who annoy me. ~Fred Allen
Voodoo is del.icio.us
If I haven't already said it, thanks for stopping by.
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