"The Walk'n Death"
Eddie Cannon96 Plays
•13 Jul 2019
Written By: gyp 2) I'm write'n alphabetic letters like I'm the Scribe of the spirals OD'd on the "Good Book" and ephedrine/ A Simultaneous double header in the "Game of Life" that I'm doing better in/ But I'm still just the ole leper'd black sheep Samaritan beggar twin/ Under my 2 spoken voices the clarity's essence is partial to the likes of Claritin clear congestion/ No cough's geek munster medicine calibrating this hectic dead head suppression/ It ain't even relevantly fair-da-see, far as I can see, I'm philosophy's Pharisee & slingshot vision's 20:20's & my eyesight's intelligence/ I'm dressed in sins of no lambs clothing and the silencing thereof is the violent seg of ed/ My pen is the blunt force prayer of faith all spunt N promises crested in red/ Ima nighthawk & midnight's my basic element but still myself's greatest threat/ Got no daughters nor sons just yet because for me the womb was barren none, just death/ Of Eddie's pictured porcelain relics little lives won to the Sundays Best/ & the question's can't pass the test of the suit, the tie and the man in the elk skin vest/ "John The Baptist" from a pure breast he's fed/ And the earth bared a good man, just so happen and the spirit enters rest/ Over feathered and bird chested, man I'm a tar'd and wet feather'd chicken & add a lil over stressed is even better/ The tri-sector of humanity's measure with unselfish extra efforts/ I'm uneven think'n said the mental shrinkers with all them fancy meds/ I don't need em they shrink my head into confetti all Graffiti'd by none other than the Edster/ tryna smoke the best, im wantn some legal herb to hedge/ Like them bama ass kickings in Georgia, im Black'd Out between them "Hedges"/ But ima go to Maryland to grow some herb an settle in, even become a terrapin/ and yall be laughn N point' n, like THC's dripping from the hairs of his chin/ And just go ahead and shout aloud, and clear to the breath, that gyp is my new therapist/ Fuck a war, it's what I'm vet'd in and I'm confessing I feel a civil connection/ Because of how you look at the South, & cause I'm southern breaded don't make me no fuck'n confederate/ I'm just a rebel & i revel in settle'n shit/
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Written By: gyp 2) I'm write'n alphabetic letters like I'm the Scribe of the spirals OD'd on the "Good Book" and ephedrine/ A Simultaneous double header in the "Game of Life" that I'm doing better in/ But I'm still just the ole leper'd black sheep Samaritan beggar twin/ Under my 2 spoken voices the clarity's essence is partial to the likes of Claritin clear congestion/ No cough's geek munster medicine calibrating this hectic dead head suppression/ It ain't even relevantly fair-da-see, far as I can see, I'm philosophy's Pharisee & slingshot vision's 20:20's & my eyesight's intelligence/ I'm dressed in sins of no lambs clothing and the silencing thereof is the violent seg of ed/ My pen is the blunt force prayer of faith all spunt N promises crested in red/ Ima nighthawk & midnight's my basic element but still myself's greatest threat/ Got no daughters nor sons just yet because for me the womb was barren none, just death/ Of Eddie's pictured porcelain relics little lives won to the Sundays Best/ & the question's can't pass the test of the suit, the tie and the man in the elk skin vest/ "John The Baptist" from a pure breast he's fed/ And the earth bared a good man, just so happen and the spirit enters rest/ Over feathered and bird chested, man I'm a tar'd and wet feather'd chicken & add a lil over stressed is even better/ The tri-sector of humanity's measure with unselfish extra efforts/ I'm uneven think'n said the mental shrinkers with all them fancy meds/ I don't need em they shrink my head into confetti all Graffiti'd by none other than the Edster/ tryna smoke the best, im wantn some legal herb to hedge/ Like them bama ass kickings in Georgia, im Black'd Out between them "Hedges"/ But ima go to Maryland to grow some herb an settle in, even become a terrapin/ and yall be laughn N point' n, like THC's dripping from the hairs of his chin/ And just go ahead and shout aloud, and clear to the breath, that gyp is my new therapist/ Fuck a war, it's what I'm vet'd in and I'm confessing I feel a civil connection/ Because of how you look at the South, & cause I'm southern breaded don't make me no fuck'n confederate/ I'm just a rebel & i revel in settle'n shit/
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