We're trying to get over the hump per this HumpDay Extravaganza but lights were blinking on the instrument panel!
Something just ain't right per Keith Sweat, some were mad because I didn't follow recommendations from the board of directors or a blue ribbon panel!
Like old dude from East St Louis told me back in the day? choose your poison, as you go through the rigmarole..
Check that attitude at the door like the GOP should have done per Joe Biden's State of The Union address; play on player! keep it pimping or be caste out on an island of lost souls.
Longitude or latitude determined by the attitude check those settings or readings on the instrument panel! told to join the collective or get disrespected.
Plan Z chosen, your dude kept it moving catch me dipping through! give me blue skies and fresh air? I'm disconnected!
Seeing us frozen in a polar vortex was the plan of the matrix architect; it was expected!
Like frozen they need to let it go, Brotha O-Zone is cool like Frozone not the kind of brotha they expected!
Errors were corrected concerning the lights blinking on the instrument panel, catch me out here whistling and humming to dawn's enlightening or dusk's melody.
Drama revisiting? oh no, refused to be played like an instrument ignored what a crass schemer tried to tell me!
Drama revisiting? that shadowed breath uttered many unforgiven lies.
He mentioned a world unseen; even though lights blinked on the instrument panel local, national, international and intergalactic frontiers were seen by Brotha O so reality it defies.
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