On the fields of cotton everyone’s plottin. Dreamin of Freedom cause you really don’t need’em. Feed’em something sweet and sour every hour. Cotton mouthed gone south to rebel the hell
of the treasonous ways of this here U-S-of-A.
But it’s okay.
You just gottah
walk…
Sashay and go away for a day or more.
Vacay to a beach and snore. One
cannot teach the repetitive nature of absconding this farce of life to keep the
sanity. But you gottah keep it movin, groovin
to this funky beat blaring, hammerin never stammerin with the quick wit that it
emits tellin you how it is. This existence never lies...and that's no surprise....
You just gottah keep bobbin your head and walkin...quit with all that fuckin talkin.
(Created while listening to: Zhu "Generation Why")
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