I am G, I am G,<\/p>\n
I am the G – known as G J C.<\/p>\n
I am the G, I am the G,<\/p>\n
I am the G who goes to the M C G.<\/p>\n
I am the G, I am the G,<\/p>\n
I am the G whos loving every tree.<\/p>\n
I make up words meant to be heards.<\/p>\n
rattled and shaked – I address my hates.<\/p>\n
Where ever we go, we fix the shit show,<\/p>\n
Plating your arse, like a croc at task.<\/p>\n
I sing my words from an elongated hearse,<\/p>\n
a trebble hoarse from a trio’d worse.<\/p>\n
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Historians know how we all go,<\/p>\n
what they dont know – is G’s running the show.<\/p>\n
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He listened, he wept, he kept on track.<\/p>\n
He read, he said, we worked it in his head.<\/p>\n
The gruff, the stuff, the mating and all its tuff.<\/p>\n
We havn’t held you tight – till you decided to loose that fight.<\/p>\n
Now with the world in distress, God being asked to do the rest.<\/p>\n
Be it reach or stretch, be it length or rest,<\/p>\n
thoses who havnt got its able, will have to table fable.<\/p>\n
But for those who fairy tunes,<\/p>\n
and others who read folk muses,<\/p>\n
will certainly remember,<\/p>\n
how it all ended in December.<\/p>\n
Those spacially unaware,<\/p>\n
those who’ve had to grin and bear.<\/p>\n
Those who’ve lost their toes,<\/p>\n
those who know not where they goes.<\/p>\n
learn that spacial aware,<\/p>\n
brings more than joys to bear.<\/p>\n
The live of a living poet,<\/p>\n
Is mostly unknow until you do it.<\/p>\n
Do the work, read it all,<\/p>\n
listen with intensity – ready for more.<\/p>\n
kill the kays, bury the dee’s,<\/p>\n
orphan off all those tee’s.<\/p>\n
roll the bees, lenthen your vees,<\/p>\n
who hasn’t had time for a heap of zees.<\/p>\n
forget the effs, suck up the esses,<\/p>\n
extreemly important to expand our ex’s.<\/p>\n
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Who of you have long forget,<\/p>\n
where you came and where you’ll rot.<\/p>\n
What’ll be said and what’ll be shown,<\/p>\n
And it wont be said – that your ready to own.<\/p>\n
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