CHICKEN SCRATCH NOTES #7

7 IN THE MORNIN, HOW DID I GET HERE. I BEEN SMOKIN ON THAT MARY DIPPED IN EMBALMIN FLUID. I TOOK THE GAME TO A DIFFERENT KIND OF HIGH, AND THIS AIN'T NO SYFY, THIS REAL SHIT. THEY FOUND ME FLOATIN DOWN IN THE SEWERS, COVERED IN ALGAE AND THE MUDS RATS EATIN ON ME. THE EMT'S TRYIN TO GIVE ME CPR AND HOOKED ME UP TOO THE LUCAS DEVICE. TURN UP THE DIAL, WE CAN'T LOOSE THE BISCIT. MY SOUL STANDIN ON ME AND AM PUSHIN IT TO THE SIDE, CAUSE AM UP IN THE CLOUDS WITH THE DMX. SITTIN ON THE CLOUD BENCH, AND WE TALKIN ABOUT THE GOOD OL DAYS AND HOW LIFE HAS CHANGED. LOOKIN DOWN AT THE TRAGIC SCENE. I THINK IT'S TIME TO SPRING. AM GETTIN OUT OF THIS SLING AND BREATHIN AGAIN. WAKIN UP IN THE MORGUE. I TELL MYSELF NOT TO PANIC, BUT, AM IN CHAOS, CAUSE, THE TAG AROUND MY TOE READS, JOHN DOE. IS THAT WHY THEY DONT SEE ME. IS THAT WHY THEY DON'T HEAR ME. I'LL KEEP DOIN IT OVER AND OVER, INTIL I GET THE CHEMISTRY RIGHT. WHERE DO I SIGN TO BE RECARDNATIED AGAIN. TIP, TOE, DANCIN DOWN THE STAIRS, I DON'T LOVE YOU AND YOU DEFINITELY DON'T LOVE ME. ONLY THING ON YOUR MIND IS WHAT HANGS BETWEEN MY KNEES AND THE NAUTICA IN MY LEFT BACK POCKET. I HAVE TO GO AND GET BACK TO THE PALACE. I HAVE TO FRESHIN UP AND REPLAY IT ALL OVER AGAIN. SMELLIN LIKE A MAN WHORE, WHEN I CLOSE THE DOOR. CALLIN UP THE P - TOWN CLOWN HOMIE'S, WHERE THE PARTY BE. COME ON DOWN AT THE KORNER LOUNGE. WE JUST FOUND OUT, ONE OF THE HOMIE'S BEEN TALKIN TO FEDS, AND IT WAS JERRY. MAKE SURE YOU BRING THAT LIQUID DEATH. CAUSE, THIS BITCH IS GOIN TO BE FOUND BY THE WALL ON RIVERSIDE. CHICKEN SCRATCH NOTES#7, BISCIT.