oh silence
morning guitar solos trip me out
the neighbors are runnning a sad house
bark bark bark
three tied dogs bum me out
i miss london's fog
im tired of rolling my own
ive been reading alot, but cant remember it
im sick of it. i miss hate street in the sixties
my life would be more complete with ethnic drums and an incense closet
it would keep me closer to the streets
i fantasize about jesus sandals and total sun energy
boosting my mellanin and keeping the vibes pulsing
i never forget a face. but i try to forget all my bad trips
my cat takes cute quiet sips and provides me with milk tips
one. keep it cool. two watch that date. three chill out
and four. take time to contemplate
my cat gets on my nerves
i cant trust him either
when he drinks and drives he swerves
he is a bad pet. a bad pet
three spanks for him, and a bath to get him wet
sober him up. and make him go to bed
after such huge tripping. i need to rest my head
do you think the dead lose sleep?
that question makes my vibe plummet
it seems impossible to climb happiness' summit.
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