someone just tried to tip me on a tRiP!

it happens to us all but damn, what a surprise!

when the speck enters both of your eyes!

imagine being tried.

now imagine being fried?

the sun so hot, the sweat marks, drip down to your conscious slip.

an actor holding their script in one hand, while the other is trying to understand : mannerisms and prisms of disdain.

and suddenly with the pop of champagne: the lights from the stage melts their make up ablaze.

a 3 ring circus ensues and before you know it, they’re juggling 🤹🏾‍♂️ acrobatic egotistical and mystical narcissistic spit – their threads knotted and unable to knit!

regurgitating the information forced fed to them through unprocessed incubation.

now they’re sitting there like a frog on a log.

with no bother to chew or break down, as to taste the waste of their prismatic illusion. only confusion, y’all!

but i had to chuckle and when i decided to laugh in their face? they just shut up and walked away in disgrace.

so like :

Y 8?
Why Date?
Y Mate?
Why Hate?
Y Enter Straight?
Why Are You Late?
Y Congregate?

it’s a tRiP!
chatting too much, but unable to unload to my clip – no more delivering lip just a sip

A relationship does exists between the ‘hear’ and ‘there’ and this is ultimately everywhere!

looking into the reasons while acknowledging the passing seasons.

this playlist is dedicated to all the tRiPs and DiPs sent to make us sLiP…

https://tidal.com/playlist/fb015a1c-d031-4c42-bdf7-d9f26abe4328