Chicken Dinner - Performed at Melodic Mondays 16-0118
I don't be it, I eat a chicken dinner.
Because I'm a win-winner.
Skin thickened from when it was thinner.
From the float, you could tell it was dope.
I won't even need to use the big words...
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Damn these chains.
Could make a man insane.
So I stay off the reservation.
Way gone in mediation.
Body no longer a limitation...
Virtual reality is here, no fallacy.
After radio show, I mainly know the purpose - HOPE, that'll be.
The day.
There's a place with no allergies.
Hooray.
The playing field is leveled, perfect slope.
Zero to we're heeeeeeere, folks.
Started from Gamal and his peers.
Everybody endeared and embodied with frolic.
Feel free to chop it up & politic.
About money.
Religion.
AND politics.
If it's in your face, think about it - how reflexive for you to swallow it?
Success's perception is the problem.
Affected the populace.
Nobody in our corner in succession.
As human tryin' to party, I'm offended.
Pursuant to that, pardon me.
I step back when it's hard to breathe.
Swishes.
Plus the hips of my Mrs., I grip her ardently.
Many a special spot is where I kiss her.
Deliver a tingle with-words and bring the beginning of the end.
Life after death, to die into my next of kin.
Of being separate or apart ever, never again.
Hearts connected, then.
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Some find a rope.
A slow death cloaked in marijuana.
Smoke it fresh, y'all know best, but really only kind of.
What the mind does.
The stuff to shade & blind us might be one in the same.
What's that dude with the funny name?
Parlance, The Paragraph Addict, or Heirloom?
Regardless,
I'm only here to - bear fruit.
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Gettin thurrrrrrr, baby steppin, from maybes to yeses...
Yo, I never been to Phoenix!
I like the i-dea, it mimics my rise, like behemoth.
Meteoric if you spy, genius by design, in my mind, the people need it.
Crave it like where it's at, breathe-in as if seekin in darkness.
This be a departure, art words at war with the structure, it's all a puzzle.
A mosaic.
At 35, most say it's only a part of.
The whole of the greatness in space & time.
My contribution, I spew a bit o truth & say it in rhyme.
Speakin in verse, you could say I'm aligned. Revivalist.
I admit.
Enlightened whether my light lives or if ever my sight lifts the only pious to mighty righteous.
To make it stick, I tightened up the science...
So now it's about as predictable as most responses offered in an interview.
Yo, what the hockey sticks has gotten in.
H-E, plainly the voice is residual.
Of what I knew before, what I was doin wrong - more than minimal.
Good thing I'm movin on, I let it go, now his river is smooth...
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It was all a dream, Gamal & me.
C'mon & see.
We only move.
Forwardly.
More important - breathe.
Or-just-be.
Pleased.
Orally pleasant, all to keep your head in the game - present tense shift.
I count to ten when it's effort that's required.
Well, only when it's more than I expected.
I'm slowly forgettin' this.
Seems divine.
The reason why is plenty evident, very prescient on my mind's crevices.
Oh, and hence them vices.
Unh hunh, can be mighty divisive and unsung, i.e. unrecognized & let ya undone.
Remember rule number One.
Choose your cool under sun, stoke your warmth when the fun has sunk.
And then please eventually, comeuppance. Hard to ignore, at attention right in front of 'im. Felt like he was young again.
Everybody was friendly, like most of the time when I speak from my pen, however brief...
I got shit to do.
I promise, the business is proof, it's best to follow me.
I thought it was gon-na be all good after I got done with my scholarly pursuits.
Not probably the truth.
Looked up, tomorrow upon you already, attitude like weeeee... well, "that's a no-can-do."
Or reflexive to self like, wait, WHOA - can't you?
See?
Cram what I mean.
Slow down.
So now, in the Now, lemme give you my daily preamble speech.
When I'm done, and along the way, I see ample teeth...
That's we-smilin'.
Like confidence if ever I'm freestylin'.
Why then, didn't you?
Give it to 'em.
Scream violence like this shit is cool.
Obvi.
My speak is honesty policy.
From the bottom-deep, Gamal in peace.
Some days I forgot to be me.
Then I remembered him & question it never again like I had lobotomy...