Inktober #20 - Cabaret Sunday
Yeah, Sundays! The best days of the week, and the weekend... time for catching up, time for sleeping, time for a quick collab with S3C man.
I'm at home today, sitting down with a note to make, something dope and great.
No better place to go then the S3C archives, poke in an open window and take,
Some little beat like this Cabaret. Hope I said that right. It's a candid place.
Full of candy tracks, and I can be great, if I say it enough times I can replace.
The old dogmas: social doubt and distrust, I must, get me into a groove and live it up!
I've been eating too much this weekend my voice kinda sucks, so I showered, relaxed,
Just gotta retract my gut! Get on a track and bust until the fans erupt in a wild wild rumble and thunder,
And I'll be standing there all smooth like Stevie Wonder,
I'm at home today, pondering doings, listening to John Carmack when he gets into his,
Passionate ramble, me I do the rap bits, like rabbits out of my hat it's truly magic,
And listening to my idol speak about old DOOM and Oculus Rift in the optical room,
And still seem so positive and awesome I zoom to a better level than I thought I would do.
And damn, before that presidential candidate Andrew Yang,
I'm not American, but I'm in the Yang Gang now,
Understand, AI doesn't seem so bad. If all people of the world were this grand,
Maybe we could learn, give a hand, turn the world to a greater
Greater place. Like a Cabaret.
If I'm earnest I've Burlesque tastes.
Burn less cake and just get into a room where the shapes soothe you
And infuse a faith.
In human form. I never knew a norm.
We're all so different, we're all dilutely born,
And I love that how all about us, that gives us our powers,
Our prowess, Sunday never seems sour...