Thursday, April 21, 2011
Life
You learn a lot about life when you live it by the knife. Plenty of marital strife when you marry a bitch of a wife. Sure you can buy a big house, end up lonely as a mouse inside your palace, a monument to fallacy, normality, 'tis the name of the past, because you always play the character but never choose the cast and if my last name was right I would name my kid stage, he would be the rage, while I am stuck inside my palace cage remembering the days when I was the star of my own plays so, listen to me children and listen to me hard when I say that life is for the playing if you draw the right card you can be anything like a bahama llama or an alpaca cracka, don't live to smack her, respect her, collect her, protect her, so keep the facts and stay on track, don't have to be black to love your hood, you have to come back so go to college, share your knowledge, but also share the pain and board the plane don't fear the rain just go insane and come back to sanity normality, 'tis the name of the past.
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