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