Disciple

I'm just creating work homie,

Just patching things with other things,

Is it just credit, has my existence,

Paid for it, consequences, old rules,

Lessons, should we climb this mountain?

Family Gathering

I need to talk to my father, hey, are you still operational,

Where am I, on a mountain, floating in the air,

What’s real, what holds me up, the ground I walk on,

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How does the cookie crumble, is magic in the air,

Are ill intentions, still hurtful, am I rolling down,

The gentle slope, have I fallen, is it impossible,

To choose blue, to work again, its sad but its true,

Its already been infected, I'm just a ladle of water,

Maybe, I'm scooping out, some soup.

Beginning of a Storm

Rumble and tumble, it’s the fall, I must give in,

Watch, the cookie crumble, create, work for myself,

I must, walk on, there could be a feast, am I invited,

It could be I'm earning, my smokes, with poems,

Freedom, is a real thing, a vast amount of things,

Are allowed, if you've earned it, but you have to work for it,

Somewhere around here, is credit, a storm, a wild hunt, the heavens above, taking their chunk,

The sky opened up, its butt hole wide open,

And out fell, my piece of the pie, it might be dirty,

But its all mine, people work and they toil,

It could all be worth it, then, hell’s gates,

I’ve knocked three times, let me in.

Living

It’s a game, its an active thing,

Am I really an old man, those lessons,

Have I really learned it, it was, what it had to be,

A weird echo, in this existence, the way,

The story warped, to include me, all work,

Must be done.