Take A Hit Off This! (Black Stoner) 1984

Free my head and my mind to find the kind hand extending toward my being, seeing the beauty not from a forty but Love to you and me. See the trees in the leas without fees to make them a national park in this stark fetid world that has curled into a ball to suck them all. Saul would never paw so low to scrape up the dirt for his soul trying to make it to heaven with seven lives praying on him, staying with him, weighing on a hem of cloth that would take away the cancer, the answer lying beneath in the soiled sheets, a meat market of the earth for what it’s worth, un-birth another human being not seeing in the guise of humanity’s eyes so myopically, moping about, down and out...you clearly see the heap overflowing to seep on the trash of the subsequent ash, mash another potato to enable my mind to be on a carbohydrate hit, to mix and fix the issues in the multitudes always rude not from the poor which I adore and more...overtake my body to try to slide into the tea of the slant eyes full of surprises from their pure genes beams a mighty sunray to the part of the world without a curtsy to the white mans law of their perceived land. Stand amongst the palm trees and leave this earth smoking green having dreams of a better life without the samurais and knives taking lives, with bullets the druids of their conditional thinking, drinking on the corner in dark alley ways. Taking the human subconscious to not be righteous, wallowing in the smarmy mindset beset by those who make the laws, a clause never giving pause to the imaginary white Santa Clause. Cause I be watchin the villain in the tub and on the ceiling where I cleanse, it all depends what the hell are we here for? Adore all the fails that ails, madness much sadness rapping on my door, to ignore the snores coming from a happy family so dreamingly, wondrously. As I walk and bath myself in the shadows, who really knows about the blows of a certain race, the sub-space of this real “Terra Firma,” learnah thang or two. Sing the blues until you’re ninety-two, if yah wanna cause thunder clapping in your nerves triggers you dumb niggers. Electricity is what causes action, satisfaction and reaction. Figures we could be sullied by the muddied past, a repast taken so long ago from souls left in my brightness of being, seeing a bright future to nurture the further existence, a remittance that must be paid, laid upon the scope of humans non-kind, always....ever of days of darkness, departing us from the trust of one another. Take cover! It ain’t never over! “Woman and Man they come and go but the earth abides forever.” Whatevah! We too clevah! Pass it one more time!...Ooowee, it’s hittin so nicely. So pricey but not spicy...lost in the Love of pity to succinctly go on the brink to stink this globe, the earring hanging off the higher power to prosper in the dark hours, raining showers twenty-four seven never unleavened to the point of looking like pita or naan, as the can opener falters from the ....