BUDDHA STOLE MY FLIP FLOPS

Buddha Stole my Flip Flops is a rough, uneditted compilation of random babbles from random excursions, experiences, moments of clarity, drunken stupors and everything in between:

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Song for Geo

The feelings evoked act like a fist in the throat
either you spit to uplift or you battle and choke
I invoke a sense of security in folks
that choose the porogative to constantly coax
those feelings of inadequacy that too well we all know
in an attempt to capture your rapture as you're travelling home

yo we got a lot of work to do
from stumbling drunks to cracktivity who's
down for the challenge? a community who's
number one incentive: keep your best interest in view

Struggle now thats a 7 letter verb
to stab up a dragon unravel and unnerve
inert forces they've got me battling first
step up to the mic and just babble a verse?

I'd rather sit right here and scrabble some words
that'll spark a revolution in between where you heard
the worst of the worst money sex and hurt
invading your brainwaves and parading the curse

libera tu mente and you're free from the burst
of a shotgun blast that hits hymns and hers
I concur, that this shit is straight fucked up
so when I see you articulating my hat tips up

I said the feelings evoked act like a fist in the throat
either you spit to uplift or you battle and choke
I invoke a sense of security in folks
that choose the porogative to constantly coax
those feelings of inadequacy that too well we all know
in an attempt to capture your rapture as you're travelling home

Sit down shut up open your ears
Codependency accompanied by a couple of beers
the tears shed ain't shit compared to the fear
of dying alone so she condones all his spears

piercing straight to the heart
he knows exactly what to say
how to break her down and build her up
without smacking her face

bruises cuts and knees and elbows.
Does he love she? its easy; Hell no.
Still she won't leave the heat's inferno,
constantly rots and bleeds internal

Bruises cuts and knees and elbows
does he love she? its easy; Hell no.
Still she won't leave the heat's inferno
constantly rots and bleeds internal.



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