Apr 12th 2009 11:34 am Mapp
That chap?
I heard he’s fulla crap
Give him a slap
Silly hill billy
Like his Uncle Willy
Naw, jus playin
He’s my brotha from anotha
Naw’m sayin?
We go back, jack
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Lost in stare
I’m unaware as to where
Somewhere between here and there
What remains is his name in the middle
And my instincts and instruments
To solve the riddle
Where’s my fiddle?!
I’ll say, I’m on my way
Some day, perhaps today
We’ll say “hey!”
Break bread
And play
Let us pray
Add some color
To this gray
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