slow free thought..

it never ever makes a difference but i

thought.

somewhere somehow it ought, to be better

then what I'm feeling like when you steal

2nd base and get caught, feeling as if my

body was in full-fledged rot, a lot---> of the

sooner than usual to be noticed plot, went unbothered like a midnight faint liplock,

kisses in the afterthought, actions and

memories like photographs in one single

snapshot, once the "slow free thought"

fades away it like I'm in fuckin detox, or

stuck in traffic and its fuckin gridlocked,

calming reminiscing moments run through me like a jackpot, full of energy at a slower pace like bump and grind with my lady--->

bedrock. look at the time on the clock,

nonstop. never wanting this flow to end but the beat does from the boombox, off the

chain somewhat unorthodox, fuck luck and the shamrocks, this trueness on the chill tip

is something I've developed under key and padlock. no longer have to work so hard for it no more sweatshop, taking my time got

this lick down and a brand new lollipop,

where ever this flows going maybe a

thingy-ma-bob, no need for the electroshock

just chilling feeling the moisture on my

head in the dark, from the raindrops. so,

fuck it and whatnot....