Welcome to the the Boston Ray ,Mud flood adventures show/ it's been so long since this old world cement was stoned/ since they invented televisions and phones, & all the staged events that have yet 2 make a dent in the dome/ dent in the dome, man, I'm mentally prone/ to defend things to me I've sentimentality grown/ used to, ways in which I've found truth thru/ the ground zero soil in which my roots grew/ if this is something that you're not used to/ then take out yer ear buds & lose the Bluetooth/ this ain't a fashion model runway competition sittin' with her n' him & grinning all cringe at the skell-ah-tins of the wealthy unhealthy slim/ ...pickin'z, ya'll need to get the shit in / ..gear & pull them stick shiftin'z /outta the parked positions/ burning asphalt and cement in, stitutes alotta friction/ gotta sick whip with alotta pistons/ on a mission, to spot a quick come up/ Mr. Hit a lick from sundown to sun up/ Mr. Talk alotta shit but don't have the grit to fire a live round from the gun tucked/ Mr. Drunk as a skunk, everyone a punk/ but when the shit hits the fan better make sure it's plugged/ plugged in, like some kid/ on a 3 year drug binge/ becoming unhinged, influenced by thug friends/ & 1 stint,that he served in the county jail/ with a no nonsense attitude that's no fail/ but no weight on his frame,so frail/ old stale, thoughts float,flail/ through a network of written language with no brail/ for those who are spiritually blinded/ I pretty much just described in/ as little words as possible, avoiding all obsticles/ called lots of bulls,shit & nonsense/ crawled thru all the stops in/ bumpin' Hopsin, from Black Swan to Boston/ & back over to the left coast in compton...compton....comptonnnnn....This is the Boston...Ray...Boston Ray...mud flood...flood..floooood...adventures...spittin them words, it's intrinsic/ the way we been tricked/ by them adrena chrome sippin from kids dripped/ outta their eye sockets,extracted from the pupil/ all seeing eye around ya neck wrapped the noose,pull/ not trying to throw you off course only being usefull/ in providing the logical-ist form of information/ about the way the United nations/ has divided nations & supplied the nations/ with unserve-able situations/ I sit fir days in, a raised tent/ used to pray when, I felt the need to speak to Jesus/ felt the teeth pinch,of the devils rejects,/ whoever he is, he was, or he's been/ came here to kill ,steal and destroy,forver heathen/ better we win, on the spiritual level/ spiritual better,than the physical/ cuz it's invisible ,yet controls all the living souls/ I've been giving whole,hearted advice to those with ears/ those who's non bias is clear/ either thru violence and fear/ a couple Miller high life's and tears/ time is right here,yet so far away...far...far...far. away....ladies and gentlemen ....I'm maybe on that Marijuana pots hit again/ and it's not ridd-a-lin....they been caught fidelin/ with the wrong citizen/..this has been/ the Boston Ray, M.F.A
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