I’m out here on a reconnaissance mission on this Monday morning, or actually any day; had to admit the outlook was bleak.
It seems like for some the game is over! I smelled the weed smoke, plus I spotted the empty Dragon Fruit White Owl pack plus the empty Jack Daniels bottle; damn! somebody was on a streak!
The game is not over for us! even though the traffic is bad over here on the Eastside we keep rolling down I-20 in Atlanta ignoring Fast and Furious types in Dodge Chargers and Chevy Camaros! the mothership gets good mileage, not a contraption.
Rest assured it gets busy, on local / national / international and intergalactic fronts we’re still in the action! Found a cure per Ashford and Simpson so we’re catching up on our pimping with a vision of hope, will it take us galaxies away? Promises of an extravaganza like our HumpDay segment? the game is not over can you dig it? we’ll continue to play!Somebody will understand a brotha when I continue to say that the game is over based on observing the scene!
Asking myself where did the mothership land a brotha? these earthlings are slick with it / sick with it / obscene!
Linger a little longer is what they told a brotha as an invitation’s extended!
Checked out the vibes; is the game over per enslavement of the tribes? subtle ultimatum from those supposedly kindred?
Checked out the vibes that are supposedly in sharp contrast to known enemies!
I told them it’s time to go, the game is not over for us! not trying to get caught up in the system / matrix! I don’t know about these entities!
