The Day
Up early at sunrise/ Where the wise rise/ Truth no lies Clean up/ Inside and out/ Straight to the God no doubt Praise my God and thank Him/ Another day I have risen Prepartions have been prepared/ The day already written Moving in the dawn/ Methods and logic about to be fitting To the task/ As the hours past/ Iwork to last At mid-morning I am on it/ mind still lit/ still on hit/ no quit Approaching noon/ Sun high/ All blue sky/ Do or die/ No room For error/ Always lookin at the man in the mirror/ See a bit clearer Gets my heart a bit more dearer/ No fearer As I go foward with the time/ As it ticks with a rhyme/ No crime Righteous thoughts/ For righteous constructs and conduct Conducting self/ Eating righteous for health Mental and Physical as I after noon/ No room... soon Push harder/ Shadows grow longer/ As a warner Of what is to come/After two o'clock is almost done The final hour is three/ Got all my money Closing shop ya see/ To go see/ What my W-I-F-E Has cooking for me The time is four/ Getting ready for My dinner that I have earned today/ Reading today for tomorrow today Now it is family talk at the table/ Keeps us able And willing/ For tomorrow building Another prayer after my meal/ Its all real/ I call it a seal And this just is a brief look/ Of a book/ That I took Of a page/ That weighed With substance/ Of come uppance And decency/ All firm... no leniency The law we follow/ Everything solid... no hollow The God seperating the night/ From the day... check the light Its open mic or is it mick/ Sick wit it Make hay in the sunshine/ Work hard for the blind To see tho'/ And flow/ And flow day/ For day flow At night/ I'm in tho/ When I see The Day go |
I didn't realize I wrote it/ Until I wrote it/ Before I spit It Get with it/ They rolled it before they lit it Wrong dose... now they sick/ Took the wrong hit No taste for a banana split/ Just wanna split Just wanna quit/ Can't quit/ Hanging on by a nick A lollipop lick/ A mule kick Wild woman having a fit/ Jailhouse lawyer filing a writ Lazy person taking a sit/ On the toilet A full magazine clip/ Death with a drip/ And a grip On the rip/ East side crip/ Blue bandanas and baseball mitts Dodger blue with a hit/ Change it/ Get it A Flop like flip/ Landed like a brick/ That was chronic All thru the uck and ick/ I flick like flicker flicked And the Mr. Ed slapstick/ I tripped And then I stopped it. |
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