Don'T Step In It
Every ringside observer knows,
Truth don’t pull no punches
Getting down dirty in the earthy trenches,
reveal who the real
firmament workers are
When a pile of brown waste
is coming out of
somebody’s backdoor mouth
Don’t let ‘em try to shovel
those swarm of flies
thru the front door of your house
Avoid walking thru those cow pastures:
Don’t step in it ...
Let none of that smelly smear
stick to your shoe
Avoid the uranium fear manure fields:
Don’t get scare-boo
by their lung moo
When punch drunk ear boxers
start piling the lies on thick
Their green excrement promises
is gon make you vomit sick
Don’t get the greedy steer eyes,
then open your fattened,
flattered mouth by bribe surprise ...
Don’t snake steak swallow none of it
Grab that honest-to-good shovel
and start sweat swinging it
If not, soon you gon be
knee deep in
every bridle inch of this horse plop obit
Step lightly ... always in the path of right
Avoid dim cow pastures
that darkly wanna stumble dung smack your mouth
But, Truth gon always bulrush connect
to a Nile gator jaw
Crocodile teeth gon always try to
bite the lion’s paw
Remember the Queensberry Rules,
my gentlemen peeps:
Bury the right cross in a fool’s jaw,
and do it justly jab quick
Bob and weave ... don’t fall for none of those
fake counter punches,
bifurcated tongue tricks
The Devil says, fight dirty —
do whatever it takes to get rich
But those who choose to win that way,
will fall blindly
into the bottomless money pit
Making it so Lucifer loser plain to see,
they stepped into a mess of it
And in that sour field of filthy lucre dreams,
full of lying, nasty quips ...
Their sphincter mouths will surely
get a shovel full of
derriere brown stick lips
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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