Flood the Floor on All Fours
Jettison the bullshit
Take flight
Noble vagabond
To be extraordinary
is certain death
and renewal
within select circles
But Old South gonna
Whistle me home
And Moneybags'll
Try his damnedest
To lure my will
to the the beaten path
My back turned on
Magnum Opus
And I could foil myself
But it's too easy
to be a pussy
and drink yourself to death
I'll feel the good fight
with words from Thoreau
Championing beats
And other freaks
And tumbling through this life,
I'll try to do my best and not take shit
From naysay pricks
Like myself
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