Manic Convos with Deceased Grandpa

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Hi joe it’s me your grandson still here on earth, can you see me I’m waving your 3 wood I hit your lucky ball into the hazard again sorry it’s okay remember when we jumped in for the looney toons ball treaded water like a Lion in safari idk if that even makes sense I dont really care honestly daily I feel like a victim of lobotomy was rolling through life with such motonony thinking all it was was green, trees, cash and weed wrapped, and it is but it’s bigger than that it’s everything as one true unity now I know what grandpa meant when he said I wasn’t born to teach geometry I don’t move congruently that’s my whole message don’t be parallel break away and run free live life young gazelle the simple ones just don’t understand but that’s okay I helped them too, just like I promised you I’d do I’d change the world with our namesake and I made sure I brought medicine if I caused a headache oof catch this flow fresh baked chilling off Hickman rd same side as you north of west lakes I don’t take breaks i kick push as I hit that thang rip that dank drop that board concrete go SPANK have the whole fuckin city YELLING OH GAH DANG MANE THE YOUNG HAWK SHE DID IT A GAIN grandpa told me caps off behind the ear blade bang bang clean it up quick dump it in the River ditch hit the gas and flick the switch tools of the trade will muddy up the business so keep them away like they’re down with a sickness I’m just glad everybody gets to witness a kid they said wouldn’t ever be a damn shit but an inmate to institutionalized convicts realize his worth as he blasts off to meet the most powerful influences and discusses many cultural indifferences like I’m a young Walt Disney except my goal won’t cost kids innocence in this no Jeff Epstein but I might get Epstein’d or bufanda’d shit you got a theory I got an answer but whether you believe it is up to you, reality was never real you just believed what they told you to, read their books right listen to their news so their own opinions influences yours infects your mind and leads to self justified war over false patriotism because you’re sheep herded like boar slaughtered by false prophecy preached by false prophets on the radio waves ooo grandpa it makes me angry I fill this page with the twisted thoughts spiraling into further deranged exchanges and promises of changes but nothing ever comes to fruition… peachy praises sweet phrases exchanges of honey dews won’t sweeten my crummy mood, don’t get it twisted these bars aren’t found by cookin in kitchens, this is soul food like that BBQ chicken the Mac n cheese MOOD crawfish boiled with the fixens, fuck that Mason, Dixon we drag em like dixon if free spreading division warning shot don’t let a young Hawk creep up on the block behind me many manic men fluent with mini guns but we don’t ever tuck em because we’re tired of dead bodies bruh if we die then we die realize that my eyes have seen real eyes and fake eyes but the eyes you’ve seen are NOT the same eyes