Funny how a library can offer all the reflection that you
need.
Was always my back bone and my safe house in case of a stampede.
Getting kicked out of my house trying to find a home like a mouse in a book.
But I always took the easy way out hitting the herb for a look.
Batman without a Robin only bound upon some pirate hook.
Cat caught your tongue better now be-awaring.
Old school ship gangster “fa sho” nice for sharing.
Back to my room hitting the tapedeck looking for some caring.
Kicking back time over true tunes a pirate over a jingle is only bound for single.
But hey I wanted to be Peter Pan too flying around town pick’n on people too.
Pulling up to a stop lipping a cuss at some boys in blue.
Sure Il take the ticket what you guys going to do.
Private school all the way where you think Id learned how to repay.
Who you think I am just a little boy sorry for a mommy.
But they kind of had it right so I felt like the dummy.
Thinking about something instead of wanting to suck my thumb that healed the hurt.
See my birth mom had lost it cause she had given a virgin birth.
Denying my possibility and what I could be worth.
Raw parking lot kid rocking a carseat wishing to the sun for a tuneth.
Tooth or tune you silly little lion of a moonth.
Your such a cry baby I should just call you Ryan.
A little know it all always asking why? With a An?
Why you trying to play little gangsta pirate?
Now your surely going to have to have a whine cry’s hurt.
Your mother left you outside in the sun to burn out in the dirt.
You were bound to be full of sunkisses that would hit you upon a shirt.
You started to find this story leaving out the garage with an old file.
Jacking my word trying to muster up a pile.
You were born like a leaf so here’s a little wind.
Maybe it will pick you up and find you a family and new friend.
Born as a straight front yard working the block kind of kid.
Crying up the real OG of a skit to a fret a real Ice-age Sid.
Always crying the loudest to the mamacitas bout the beach life.
That felt the let of a dream of a summer love back with a lead to a wife.
Hey sweet sunshine I wanna hit the set catch a wave and learn how to reach.
White boy burned native ja making me crazy aw you sour peach.
Fooling myself in front of my Father.
Probably thinking to himself why do I even bother.
Must have been worthy of the old wiseman’s kick.
Here’s a family to a lollipop but your attitude will only feel a lick.
Stuck upon a coloring book abc and a 123 up to 10.
Little Jackson moonwalk backwards bound to find a pen.
True lost boy stuck under a Neverland kind of story.
Passing the blues on tv hoping not to get stuck catching Maury.
I learned to take myself back to the water that I wanted so bad.
Learning how to paddle stand catch and ride like a lad.
Riding the face of the curl of a feeling so rad.
Pirate indeed kind of thrills instead of dull hand labor skills.
Surf died maybe Il paddle in for some pills.
Always looking for a higher thrill to be taken back to a plant.
I feel ya meditation but some sun caps would fit my torn “cant”.
I don’t got any go ask your Moon of a Mama.
She’s usually more giving than a grass eating llama.
Found her Love a upon a dance floor.
Hawaiian Luau straight island style without a bore.
But innocence was destined to open the wrong door.
Found her felt love back on a colorful pill mocking pure white moon rocks that filled all galore.
I’m talking thizz face bay area my go to for popping some ecstasy.
Playing gangsta pirate stupid making a fool over a love pill in me.
But right from the get go I saw what was going on.
She was bumping some electric love to get rid of my sad song.
Just listen rascal stay true to you roots in a vessel that can pour.
Hit the dance floor pull a shuffle kick back and watch some more.
Rave kid puffing hey Zeus here I’ll take the circle to pour a little juice out the door.
The only trick I had for a chic that probably flew away after a bore.
I ain’t bout the trade I’m on my high chair of here take back the phone booth.
Five alive took a handful of love pills to hit the green hill of truth.
Biggest rave yet can’t even dance my Mother’s Moon made me feel my lack of big boys pants.
Not so fun when you can’t dance so go sit over there and feel some ants.
Old forgotten feeling loneliest kid at the entire massive.
Even got a fat lip from chewing all back the passive .
But I always cruised a rave to simply dance and learn a little wisdom.
Music brought back the peace into my inner Kingdom.
That Electric Daisy Carnival of summer of a full 10.
I would ignite some thoughts for a pen.
Destined for the Big Easy for it was the closet thing to Neverland.
Tossing back the joker to a played out like a 1 man kind of band.
Rich Pirate Caves that made me feel like a man.
Found the little Iwish in me and scored me a woman.
Pulling up the old weed telling stories of how I can.
Only breaking an old Mary of a heart.
Come on Ryan its time to play your part.
I made her feel the pain so she was forced to leave.
Riding my four wheeler busted jeep back west no flying to deceive.
Crying across country just yelling a nice fuck me.
Bout time I played myself pirate it would have begun to struck thee.
Back home trying to plot a love story over some shell?
Off with a Tink maybe her love with start to stir up this spell.
Nice try Ryan you are eyeing far apart.
That’s not you stop trying to pull an old pirate fart.
So I had written and believed up my own entire story.
Girl kept me hanging but always kept open the door and told me not to worry.
Thought she had left me for a girl who was playing upon magic.
Ryan you young fool we are trying to let you see your own Cat’s itch.
Here we will feed you a whole story of a lost Dorthy twist.
Let it out of you let us see your paw of a fist.
I had finally felt that I had been handed the best story upon a true miss.
Thank’s Dad I just needed another one of your stir him up kind of sun’s kiss.
Called her work to throw my girl and her friend under the bus.
Playing myself the biggest fool and throwing myself right into a new fuss.
Thinking I had shut the witch up I realized I had just sipped from his cup.
All too fake to be real were they giving me a betterment of a light up.
Always running back to my mother for her loving will.
But no car in the drive way that’s your own apple juice to fill.
Drove off like the old times in direction for school.
Wait I live the other way what am I doing you fool?
Flipping a bitch wam bam thank you mam.
You played yourself stupid for a yonder little lamb.
You had to prove yourself before you could bring light back to the fam.
Never giving poor boy blue a stich of his own pain.
Figure it out yourself here’s clues don’t get stuck in vain.
Gracious being an understatement I thought it be true for quite a while.
But I always played smarter than me to myself to start my own inside pirate pile.
Knowing it to be true to only keep ahold of its ponder.
Yeah but what would happen if this were to be fonder?
Inspiration came with quite the deserving sense of humblebility.
Bringing back the word that brought life back to the holy trinity.
Sorry for taking so long I was playing my favorite hat trick out of a pit.
Green apple to carrot smoking a lil grass to find and share it.
Must have been my favorite tie-dye shirt I wore at every rave,
Natural flashback of the sun to my color book blanket that felt the save.
Taking a smoke break to laugh back at that old carrot.
A real white rabbit keeping its grass to smoke and truly fair it.
Sorry for having to write out and hit all the drawn out notes.
Heavens sent this one here's my Sheppard's rod lets find our truest hopes.
Back to the roots of a carrot so I have come to prepare it.
Asking for all forgiveness I will surely wear it.
Was always my back bone and my safe house in case of a stampede.
Getting kicked out of my house trying to find a home like a mouse in a book.
But I always took the easy way out hitting the herb for a look.
Batman without a Robin only bound upon some pirate hook.
Cat caught your tongue better now be-awaring.
Old school ship gangster “fa sho” nice for sharing.
Back to my room hitting the tapedeck looking for some caring.
Kicking back time over true tunes a pirate over a jingle is only bound for single.
But hey I wanted to be Peter Pan too flying around town pick’n on people too.
Pulling up to a stop lipping a cuss at some boys in blue.
Sure Il take the ticket what you guys going to do.
Private school all the way where you think Id learned how to repay.
Who you think I am just a little boy sorry for a mommy.
But they kind of had it right so I felt like the dummy.
Thinking about something instead of wanting to suck my thumb that healed the hurt.
See my birth mom had lost it cause she had given a virgin birth.
Denying my possibility and what I could be worth.
Raw parking lot kid rocking a carseat wishing to the sun for a tuneth.
Tooth or tune you silly little lion of a moonth.
Your such a cry baby I should just call you Ryan.
A little know it all always asking why? With a An?
Why you trying to play little gangsta pirate?
Now your surely going to have to have a whine cry’s hurt.
Your mother left you outside in the sun to burn out in the dirt.
You were bound to be full of sunkisses that would hit you upon a shirt.
You started to find this story leaving out the garage with an old file.
Jacking my word trying to muster up a pile.
You were born like a leaf so here’s a little wind.
Maybe it will pick you up and find you a family and new friend.
Born as a straight front yard working the block kind of kid.
Crying up the real OG of a skit to a fret a real Ice-age Sid.
Always crying the loudest to the mamacitas bout the beach life.
That felt the let of a dream of a summer love back with a lead to a wife.
Hey sweet sunshine I wanna hit the set catch a wave and learn how to reach.
White boy burned native ja making me crazy aw you sour peach.
Fooling myself in front of my Father.
Probably thinking to himself why do I even bother.
Must have been worthy of the old wiseman’s kick.
Here’s a family to a lollipop but your attitude will only feel a lick.
Stuck upon a coloring book abc and a 123 up to 10.
Little Jackson moonwalk backwards bound to find a pen.
True lost boy stuck under a Neverland kind of story.
Passing the blues on tv hoping not to get stuck catching Maury.
I learned to take myself back to the water that I wanted so bad.
Learning how to paddle stand catch and ride like a lad.
Riding the face of the curl of a feeling so rad.
Pirate indeed kind of thrills instead of dull hand labor skills.
Surf died maybe Il paddle in for some pills.
Always looking for a higher thrill to be taken back to a plant.
I feel ya meditation but some sun caps would fit my torn “cant”.
I don’t got any go ask your Moon of a Mama.
She’s usually more giving than a grass eating llama.
Found her Love a upon a dance floor.
Hawaiian Luau straight island style without a bore.
But innocence was destined to open the wrong door.
Found her felt love back on a colorful pill mocking pure white moon rocks that filled all galore.
I’m talking thizz face bay area my go to for popping some ecstasy.
Playing gangsta pirate stupid making a fool over a love pill in me.
But right from the get go I saw what was going on.
She was bumping some electric love to get rid of my sad song.
Just listen rascal stay true to you roots in a vessel that can pour.
Hit the dance floor pull a shuffle kick back and watch some more.
Rave kid puffing hey Zeus here I’ll take the circle to pour a little juice out the door.
The only trick I had for a chic that probably flew away after a bore.
I ain’t bout the trade I’m on my high chair of here take back the phone booth.
Five alive took a handful of love pills to hit the green hill of truth.
Biggest rave yet can’t even dance my Mother’s Moon made me feel my lack of big boys pants.
Not so fun when you can’t dance so go sit over there and feel some ants.
Old forgotten feeling loneliest kid at the entire massive.
Even got a fat lip from chewing all back the passive .
But I always cruised a rave to simply dance and learn a little wisdom.
Music brought back the peace into my inner Kingdom.
That Electric Daisy Carnival of summer of a full 10.
I would ignite some thoughts for a pen.
Destined for the Big Easy for it was the closet thing to Neverland.
Tossing back the joker to a played out like a 1 man kind of band.
Rich Pirate Caves that made me feel like a man.
Found the little Iwish in me and scored me a woman.
Pulling up the old weed telling stories of how I can.
Only breaking an old Mary of a heart.
Come on Ryan its time to play your part.
I made her feel the pain so she was forced to leave.
Riding my four wheeler busted jeep back west no flying to deceive.
Crying across country just yelling a nice fuck me.
Bout time I played myself pirate it would have begun to struck thee.
Back home trying to plot a love story over some shell?
Off with a Tink maybe her love with start to stir up this spell.
Nice try Ryan you are eyeing far apart.
That’s not you stop trying to pull an old pirate fart.
So I had written and believed up my own entire story.
Girl kept me hanging but always kept open the door and told me not to worry.
Thought she had left me for a girl who was playing upon magic.
Ryan you young fool we are trying to let you see your own Cat’s itch.
Here we will feed you a whole story of a lost Dorthy twist.
Let it out of you let us see your paw of a fist.
I had finally felt that I had been handed the best story upon a true miss.
Thank’s Dad I just needed another one of your stir him up kind of sun’s kiss.
Called her work to throw my girl and her friend under the bus.
Playing myself the biggest fool and throwing myself right into a new fuss.
Thinking I had shut the witch up I realized I had just sipped from his cup.
All too fake to be real were they giving me a betterment of a light up.
Always running back to my mother for her loving will.
But no car in the drive way that’s your own apple juice to fill.
Drove off like the old times in direction for school.
Wait I live the other way what am I doing you fool?
Flipping a bitch wam bam thank you mam.
You played yourself stupid for a yonder little lamb.
You had to prove yourself before you could bring light back to the fam.
Never giving poor boy blue a stich of his own pain.
Figure it out yourself here’s clues don’t get stuck in vain.
Gracious being an understatement I thought it be true for quite a while.
But I always played smarter than me to myself to start my own inside pirate pile.
Knowing it to be true to only keep ahold of its ponder.
Yeah but what would happen if this were to be fonder?
Inspiration came with quite the deserving sense of humblebility.
Bringing back the word that brought life back to the holy trinity.
Sorry for taking so long I was playing my favorite hat trick out of a pit.
Green apple to carrot smoking a lil grass to find and share it.
Must have been my favorite tie-dye shirt I wore at every rave,
Natural flashback of the sun to my color book blanket that felt the save.
Taking a smoke break to laugh back at that old carrot.
A real white rabbit keeping its grass to smoke and truly fair it.
Sorry for having to write out and hit all the drawn out notes.
Heavens sent this one here's my Sheppard's rod lets find our truest hopes.
Back to the roots of a carrot so I have come to prepare it.
Asking for all forgiveness I will surely wear it.
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