A Picnic of 51 Ideas
Four hours till the drop time is standing still
As I mentally prepare myself gotta watch for the cops
I hear the spirit still
Baby we could be like the fox and the hound
Because let's be honest it's no fun playing with yourself
Baby no hard feelings I wish you well
I ain't got a red hand to be caught
Let me fly or give me death
Feel the ripples echo through your heart
Hia-chop! I caught you through trickery
Initially, your heart beats on this side of the mysterious
Positionally, the Lord still Loves me uncoditionally
Cherry Terror Blanco Vendetta
I evolve Orange Cinderella
As planets revolve Djins suffer disadvantages
I'm an Apache man
You better study close the dynamics involved
I'm bigger than ballistic test in a field exam
I come in Cannons!
I'm facing giants, demons the size of dinosaurs
there goes a T-Rex and a Terror Taurus
And I'm the asteroid headed for their ass
Welcome to my paradigm
As I take you on a stroll through paradise
Where survival is a picnic of 51 ideas
I was thinking maybe we could get our heads together on some night
Because 2 swords are better than 1
Don't you think that is right?
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2015
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