Let’s talk a little about my head and these little diddles that half my dread. Yards full of stones and half paid loans reach in the shit and pull out a poem. Well back to bed the birds been fed, on all those dreams that I smashed instead. To build my throne that won’t last long. The stakes a growing the good times on, to break the wheel and replace our own, these riddled moments are what makes life a roam.

Welcome to being overwhelmed party of one. Have a seat hon cause we ain’t goin nowhere anytime soon. Why don’t you walk outside, to stretch a few. Dig your pocket and find a clue. You know the one, you always do. Don’t stop waiting it’s time to prove. Now don’t get scared. Seize the day, to bet it all and earn your pay. You’ve got friends and bad ones too. Don’t forget he wouldn’t rot with you.

Apparitions speak so clear it’s in one thought and out the ear. Rhyme roll drive thru just what to do collide in chrome or a tangled shoe. Slip back the threads and make those eggs. Cause sings ain’t getting no slice of bread. I ain’t eating to please the dead. These little diddles help pass this time instead