Showing posts with label #BookOfPsalms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #BookOfPsalms. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

I Wasn't Worried About Them / They Should Worry About Me (Part Seven)

 Catch me trying to get over the hump per this HumpDay Extravaganza!  I wasn't worried about them or those.

They should worry about me coming through getting breakbeat scientific! some are,  I see them rolling with the devil and his advocates /  those that oppose..

...per the word from the old school Baptist preacher up in Louisville; his constituents weren't worried about the wrong thing, eyes lifted to the rising hills per the bible verse..

 ..in the Book of Psalms so once again its on! no witchcraft a different math is what they're on. 

 Society should be worried about me out here four five sixing it, a stargazer who's amazed by the wonders of the universe. 

 Per an O-Dog Day Partyer? sounds will rock the daytime but per the nightshift wordsmith? midnight verses are written for this zone...

...and that zone; thought and fashion police say watch your mouth / watch your tone sounding like Pops from back in the day!

Once again it's on, they're worried about the wrong thing as we drop this good word and let the music play!

Once again its on so how will Brotha O play? they need to be worried about me! hard hat on with the lantern on top that swallowed the night...

...interrupting those waiting in the dark; we're going in / getting it in first dropping this good word;  the nightshift wordsmith is here with this poetry / insight.

Next?  that intergalactic funk is dropped at the podcasr, some ask is it an encounter of the third kind? check this Captain's Logs.

Actually I wasn't worried about them they should be worried about me; the saga / struggle continues no epilogues!

Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Damn!! Its All Wrong (Part Three)

 Brotha O? observing the scene  / peeping game  / doing the knowledge, just trying to get over the hump per this HumpDay Extravaganza!

Going for what I know but opposition is met; damn! it's all wrong but we remain composed / strong as we continue to broadcast live and direct from our remote outpost out off of I-20 in Atlanta!

Somebody will understand a brotha putting it down like this, but naysayers were present; silent confessions were written all over their face.

Supposedly saying its all love but damn it's all wrong! soon making a valiant effort to plead their case.

Wicked! didn't change their evil ways per the classic song from Santana!

It's hard to find or even  remember peace, so you know  they couldn't understand another.

Somebody will understand Brotha O when I say damn! it's all wrong! spotted homie rocking the Grizzly Adams style! one of those fantastical beings?

Standing alone against the world or on the edge of the world! supposedly all seeing.

But he's not God per the Book Of Psalms, damn it's all wrong so he's in for a rude awakening /  not seeing everything.

Startled by the surprise attack, I keep telling y'all it's rough out here so they're losing everything!

Meanwhile we keep doing the damn thing, setting up shop in local / national / international and intergalactic frontiers!

Check the style, damned if we do or don't as some say damn! it's all wrong but we ignore their irrational fears!