Magic
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Dressed in kung fu,
Comin" through, pushin? you,
Into all of those places I?ve been forced into.
Spiders don?t live here my dear ? so push it to da rear!
Crack heads and cobwebs,
Saints and murderers,
Egos and idiots,
And I am the only stupid one,
Just like da son of man?s silly grandson.
I looked into the eyes of a woman and told the truth,
As I lived a lie.
And when a woman asks me to protect her, I do,
For my baby girls may need protection by you,
and I so do implore as my knees hit da floor,
my need is not to have you love me tenderly,
Just more.
A hopeless romantic, slag psycho frantic,
Ranting in de underground,
Locked down in da impound,
So look around!
There are so many shitty shops to shop in,
Da time of man introduced da clock in,
But I will not renegg and spoil da blessed egg,
Da one of woman!
I spoke of her once before.
Now watch me, and watch me close,
Let your eyes listen,
And mental worlds collide,
Phraseology,
Putting together licks,
And what do you know about tenacity?
Do you realize that you have mastered opposition?
Simply by holding a contrary position?
Complain, complain., complain?
I lost that pinprick of light ?
The one dubbed focus ?
Poof!
Hocus Pocus?
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© wakefield brewster, 2001-09-28
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