SUNDAY SCHOOL When You're Hot You're Hot
A Sly And Robbie Sunday. For Alex, co-selecter. Toon, come. [12:32 pm] Down the shop for red wine and coffee. 'Communion'. Back on, 'Johnny Cash', i.e., daily routine: "break bread".
Remains REALIST
Confession, Car/Bike.
This the killa's shit dun
No Doubt the undisputed
For street niggas livin with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up during these times
For police that find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slinging like four in the night
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
This be the realest shit you heard in your life
Yo When the gats reveal
You cats get peeled and that's the deal
Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real
When the slugs burst
G.Rap be aiming at your mug first
Niggas is blood thirst
We'll see who get plugged worst
We dug earth
The place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial
Bullets ain't racial kid the only hate you
My nine will seem like it's a time machine B.C. date you
Jacking you more than ripper
My fifth's an organ shifter
The human organism lifter
You'll be hearing organs
If ya leaving orphans, If ya
Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya
A fork pitcher
To bump heads with those that dump lead
Accurate shot in back of your knot
Leave you one dead G.Rap, Havoc and Prodigy
Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun
Yo if it gotta be, it gotta be
For street niggas livin with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up during these times
For police that find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slinging like 4 in the night
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
This be the realest shit you heard in your life
Yo when the gat spit
Some niggaz get blown off the atlas
It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus
Get practiced what you lack is
You think like the average
Jake stoop down and leavin' crime scenes entangled
Nothing but cannons get conspicuous
Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched
Wild out a part of the pack 'cause they made me like that
If I could push back the clock probably leave it like that
Draw blood for my nigga G.O.D, Ty Nitty and Twin
And Twin is not here plus my kin
Killa B forever with me
Quick to settle with me
Into QB to show love throughout the years with me
You got guns we got guns the serious ones
Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs
We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns
Love never disrespect hit shit to re-direct
For street niggas livin with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up during these times
For police that find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slinging like 4 in the night
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
This be the realest shit you heard in your life.
Never prejudge
It be the humble that squeeze slugs
It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns
Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me
Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee
I spent more nights illin' less nights chillin'
The more shots they hold the better they feel it
What be the dealizz
Some killas like to hide behind specs
Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest
Or so young that you wouldn't even expect
To be burstin' off guns like a vietnam vet
On the steps
Sittin' in the staircase bent
Thinkin' on ways to take another man's head
Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep
I settle things with a heavy metal fifth
Change clips
Switch clothes after I spit
Put niggas back in they place for shit that's on the mind kid
For street niggas livin with they lives on the line
For young guns comin' up during these times
For police that find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slinging like four in the night
For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
This be the realest shit you heard in your life.
Holy Warm-Up Exercises With Pat
[Update/personal note, recent gal.
Greetings, In Christ, Jesus,
Today's bag of sweets, and, lush touching-and-looking, Bible. (Translation, your choice?).
What is the connection, between the ''emember, The Clash...'...,Mark (Covell), told me, happened on the Diaz, Clean Up The Blood, shoot? Robin (Banks), or Kris (Needs), told me about the Clash video. Hoping to buy someone, a beautiful Bible to send, them?
Coming clean(?), today's guess-you-what is fixed. Alex at 2pm, bets off, will win the prize, sorry folks. Best be honest.
Truthscoop.net/grateful-r-a-x-giggs
Rewind
Sax and I, have broken up. Nothing unsual. Same reason, one or two Christians from old, can't face making contact. I have my 'scary' moments, they perceive. [They], 'can't cope,' with the/my, 'dark side'.
[My] anger about 'child abuse, and the deceptions,' upon us. Fair enough, tend to expect the response, to emerge.
Ne'er mind, best. Blessed, on.
"God bless her, and fam."
Relieved, for sure.
TODAY'S SERMON: Next Minute You Fucked Up A Family Do
Talking to S. Awan, and how, 'we forget,' what being-asleep was like? Breeze-about, as though it's penny-drop, easy transformation, and ...slip into, the light?
An illusion, we invariably fall-for. Next, (If, and God willing), kick off with:
"It's dark and I'm angry, but..."
Yup, it's dark, and I'm angry. Couldn't be lighter, and happier?
In, Christ, and that's all folks, —matters.
Enough
A time to groan, and, a time to dance. Never best, or makes sense, to try and dance with someone, not-about, complimentary areas of liberty, and calling? In the New Testamant, decribed as unequally yoked. After twenty years, the conclusion and leading is: No Christians, no cry.
Like missionaries of old, have to marry, 'outside' and a native, pagan, someone..., outside... the faith. Be, yoked, a-right. As, near-as, God can help, meet somone, who may(?), 'come to faith'?
Thought Sax was the one. Sad, but nope. Prayin', "bless her/do her good etc."
Serves as a beautiful, and underlined illustration, to get up front of the 'dark and angry', any fear, or concerns?
Personal nb. closed.]
Today in class. Be about the darkness, and... light upon.
Moving, on.
["God bless you, hot Sax", X.]
Purple
I Can't Have This Argument
Don't Believe Me
Prepping for school t'morrow. Five solid hours with, S. Awan. Didn't say, who did that a lot. Recounted his tales, gabbed, reasoned? Old, couldn't rob, pay phone, 1980. Aylesbury. Council House.
Age 37, Guy Stevens. Me, 20. Only other, James Robertson. All in all, we were nos. 1. mates, in '80/81, (-Summer). Guy taking me to see Dylan, and produce a band. Story and the airport, stories to tell, and, passport in a day. Kris noted it in his obituary in Zig-Zag.
With respect to the Guy Stevens link. Kris (Needs) m'mate, [then/ain't met or been in touch, for about, ten years]: Guy and I had, hours..., of delay, to face. [Might not of explained it right, to Kris]. Of all people in the lounge, was a, Bay City Roller. The wait, would mean, missing, Dylan. Jerry Lee Lewis was a meet, and see. Guy went to produce an unknown band. Assistant producer, Mark. The day or so before, Guy walked me to the front of the queue at London's Passport Office. I bacame the near-tearful son, going to America, my father had suddely died. Guy a 'responsible adult' to accompany. Worked a treat, Guy revelled in joy. "Seeing Bob in a week". Went through Bob's conversion with him, and Saved, From Slow Train Coming, to Shot Of Love.
Went, travel to, and go, On The Road, and now; with Guy; Taxi Driver, God's call.]