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DL Ep.001: By DeSiGn
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***Teaser***
Yes..
a cocktail of pleasure and pain..
a DaRk LiQuoR of sorts..
it is beneficial for one to..
confront such demons..
for their freedom..
this tale i tell is of a strange fruit..
a clas between Light and Dark..
with this being said..
let us start the show..
~~~~~~~~
Hey party people!..
its your homeboy, RH Peppersss..
Now..
I ain't no big named Poet..
but I do write all little..
well...
I write about Love..
I write about Hate..
I write about the Good.. the Bad..
and the Ugly that'll smile in your face..
you see I write about Game..
so i can educate the lame..
cause ain't a damn thing you gain
if the only thing you ever heard be fortune and fame..
I write to Entertain..
love fuckin with your brain..
like..
I got books full of dope..
come and take two or three shots to the vain..
ooh..
you gon love this ish..
and I ain't beggin nan none to buy shii..
I'm thinkin..
do yourself a favor..
pickup an little flavor..
cause your boy.. I'm on some way out.........!
Ladies and Gentlemen.. welcome to the show..
I am your host RH Peppers..
and for this evening I have for your visual and listening pleasure..
an adaptation of one of my collections of plays..
and so..
without further ado..
I introduce to you.. 'Dark Liquor'!
...'bY DeSiGn!'
I was born in the tribal city of South Charlestown..
and at a young age.. raised by my father and..
some would say his gangster friends..
I remember some mornings
he would wake me with this peculiar saying..
he would say..
Morning Sunshine..
you've been made this way by design..
all there is to know..
get up..
get out..
get it in..
and grind..
if'n it be twenty inches of rain..
or earth scorching sunshine..
Son..
rise and make waves..
work this game like its wet clay..
don't pray as much you need to listen
for all the Spirits have to say..
the things you request will be minor..
but what will be required of you is much..
these my son will be the difference between..
you being a kid playing on trike..
or a grown man pushing a Harley Davidson..
now wake up Son!..
and weave yourself into the rhythm of these Tribal drum..
8^/ RH Pepperssss..
***Teaser***
Yes..
a cocktail of pleasure and pain..
a DaRk LiQuoR of sorts..
it is beneficial for one to..
confront such demons..
for their freedom..
this tale i tell is of a strange fruit..
a clas between Light and Dark..
with this being said..
let us start the show..
~~~~~~~~
Hey party people!..
its your homeboy, RH Peppersss..
Now..
I ain't no big named Poet..
but I do write all little..
well...
I write about Love..
I write about Hate..
I write about the Good.. the Bad..
and the Ugly that'll smile in your face..
you see I write about Game..
so i can educate the lame..
cause ain't a damn thing you gain
if the only thing you ever heard be fortune and fame..
I write to Entertain..
love fuckin with your brain..
like..
I got books full of dope..
come and take two or three shots to the vain..
ooh..
you gon love this ish..
and I ain't beggin nan none to buy shii..
I'm thinkin..
do yourself a favor..
pickup an little flavor..
cause your boy.. I'm on some way out.........!
Ladies and Gentlemen.. welcome to the show..
I am your host RH Peppers..
and for this evening I have for your visual and listening pleasure..
an adaptation of one of my collections of plays..
and so..
without further ado..
I introduce to you.. 'Dark Liquor'!
...'bY DeSiGn!'
I was born in the tribal city of South Charlestown..
and at a young age.. raised by my father and..
some would say his gangster friends..
I remember some mornings
he would wake me with this peculiar saying..
he would say..
Morning Sunshine..
you've been made this way by design..
all there is to know..
get up..
get out..
get it in..
and grind..
if'n it be twenty inches of rain..
or earth scorching sunshine..
Son..
rise and make waves..
work this game like its wet clay..
don't pray as much you need to listen
for all the Spirits have to say..
the things you request will be minor..
but what will be required of you is much..
these my son will be the difference between..
you being a kid playing on trike..
or a grown man pushing a Harley Davidson..
now wake up Son!..
and weave yourself into the rhythm of these Tribal drum..
8^/ RH Pepperssss..
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