Inches, the measurements of life; don't really matter
Hesitant, in spite the three beings made from after matter.
Defenceless heights relentless headmasters; can your boy get
Any craftyer?
Laughter is silent except on the inside; frowns are for the uncrowded
And when it's snatched, head down opposite of Alexander
oh what the disaster or a wicked laughter, for some,
They wouldn't be any happier.
Look at my locks they couldn't get any nappier.
Lost some baggage now I'm a happy jasper.
Campers fill the pews listing to the pastor;
And he's plastered, loosening there souls faster.
Church can be such a cancer.
Gangster like Fred Sanford, ask the question and get
The Mike Jones answers with the truth.
The blues are tools used to keep fool's in the dark;
Look deep inside of Allah and find the spark.
Arm leg leg arm head; the supreme being should be lead
By the heart that is weightless: and is left defenseless,
And moves by the causes and effects in inches; it's the inches
The measurements of life; never mind it don't even really matter.
Black Hemmingway 2014©
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