a long time ago in a galaxy where we wacthed star wars on pops couch. there she was, fighting the darkside with a pair of honeybuns for hair. leia i mean carrie was smart, cute, funny, she shirely had bazaz. something about the way she held that taser gun or was it a laser gun. either way she didn’t take no for an answer. she surely had to shake off the dust off her feet in those star heels once or twice. i imagine she made one or two men say “phew there she is, the woman who killed jabba the freakin hut”. being a a boy when i first saw the wars of the stars, all i could say is “dang” i hope i get to meet a lady like that someday. leia was willing to do everything for her brothers, ssshhhucks she would even listen to those darn droids. i break droids left and right. not only will i never be half the woman she was, i’ll never be half the man leia was.
strangest part about this latest movie from disneys star wars machine “rouge one” is i just saw carrie last night as a young woman. now, she’s transitioned on to the next realm. well, i’m about crossed about seeing computer animated people who are actually older than they appear on flim or end up gone the next day. i wonder if the families care about this sort of thing or if there’s something involved for them. it must be a very strange day in that household. i suppose its a clever way to keep the machine pumping. it makes me wonder about people i see on the tv/computer screen. i know i may be overthinking this one, but seriously is everyone and every story real on the youtube? which ones are fake like the grocery check out line news strips.
boy, ain’t life in this modern day age one strange trip. i am not even on lsd these days and i have lost it. like the plot. i must have also lost my script. a sister just told me i was being “maniac”. really, i was just telling a story. when i tell stories i don’t like to pull punches anymore. some call that unwise or unfiltered. i call it knowing my freedoms. knowing the power of my tongue. and STILL knowing i am a man who is on the road to becoming who he is meant to be. i won’t get too preachy here. just wanted to borrow something from a fellow artist and someone i would call a sister in the sisterbrotherhood of artists (maybe she has been called bipolar, sister you are quadpolar judging by your splendid wordplay).
girl, i’ll jsut call you lasers. sometimes the woods have darths in them; if you see one just do one of those chun li’s spinning bird kicks. though remember to bring your taser. hidden in plain sight will be a fighting stick and gun. it has a red marker on it. safe and sound it is found between the hill of roses, sorry there is no bed. who cares what they tell you what to feel. they have been telling me the same things. im finally over all of it. all i want now is respect. some say that’s earned. in my mind i know thats wrong. we should respect one another just like a prince who would do a king or a princess a queen. one thing is for certain back in the day if you crossed even a aladdin, a cherokee warrior, a navajo dancer, a scotch/irish/english franney the bandit, or let’s say a gi joe who knew knowing is half the battle; then guess what? you got one badarse character who would be equally trouble for all he incountered.
forgive me isissy i tankuall i promiss i shoot and i often miss
though the target is another thing to keep me dreaming
something has got to work something has gotta take
from greasemonkey to cd salesmen from customer service agent
to a account executive to a instructor of little gromits on the slopes
to dancing on broadway all awhile not sleeping in a home
to the days i remember letting my fists fly cause thats what i wanted
to be remembered as someone who would fight if he felt pushed
some may call it bullying these days i would say they need a cup check
we used to salute not only our soldiers but also our boxers
dont get me wrong i heart the mma too its just joey or joyce didnt fight
cause one saw the other and probably was like nope aint trying that
i remember the fight game it was a lot different something has gotta last forever
if it dont then let us have our very first and last kiss i am not a boy to be coddled
i am dangerous as they come cause i really have zero fucks to give anymore
i am no wolf i know that i am no dawg i know that i am a yellowjacket through and through and if not a jacket then i am rudy fighting until i get a chance at the qb i am the guy who screams at his heavenly father cause he is tired of seeing the things he sees and tired of being treated like some lapdog who isnt allowed to feel emotions. someone once asked me “why do you always have to be doing something?” well hello earth mcfly i am human usually i thought that is what we do as humans. move. like our hands our feet our hearts move inside us. i cried when i first saw rudy and cold hard truth i got an erection at a young age when i saw the movie top gun or it may have been glory. its called a feelleeo agape relationship i thought for a reason
cause it was also the lion king and the prince of egypt and the latest tron that caused me to cry, feel the hair stand up on my skin, goosebumps, and even stand up midflight and exclaim
HALayLouJAH
got more lyrics and thirst than i can hold back
you want me i want you so lets just do it
this aint no tv commerical i am the real deal
can rewrite a song to whatever you need
do you need a nice one do you need someone
just to ghost write i know they are afraid cause i am me
unafraid to tell the truth unfraid to battle rap them all
from dirt to jayz from johnboot to any of my other “friends”
listen to me real closely i am not a bitch i am not your lapdog
i remember that night dont you worry i know it was a terrordome
but who did i leave for? my pops bmljr that was my dude he was real then
he has now gone on and whether i make it in the rap game is different story
i will rep my captain my lt. until the end bernard mortarmer lyman junior
guy was so welcoming he was so willing to lay it all down for the woman i would do the same my ma; yup i said it again mr. bob i don’t care who you got in your corner it could be the king of kings himself i will never stop praying or carrying on in the hopes that one day i can take care of her my mom. remember us on the way to prussia king mall? you said what about my mom? and i said what?
i said what about my mom? cause its true blood is thicker than water. i am unwilling to sell my fam out i will gladly die a tragic death and when i am sat down and i must give account i will say father mother aunt uncle sister brother niece nephew grandma grandpa cousin i will tell ya i tried my hardest to understand everything from that night till now and all i have to point to is what JESUS did for me on that heartbraking bravery of a day i dont see myself the way yall can see me i currently am raining salty drops on my cheek and trying to let it all go like a good old fashion southern comfort gentleman its hard when i know HE still plays hard to get cause HE is LORD and I am JUST HiS kid
one thing ill die saying is let them revile let them scoff i will try to out plastic them till the world is no longer a plastic one
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