I Love Rhyming Ill

To be a beast..
That’s angelic, you need
To breathe and be
With the serene
Aesthetic
On earth and as it is
In heaven
Against the unwell
Rebel and hop across the pond
To solid ground
Of a
Kill
How we do it it’s evil
But a bald eagle
Needs to
That’s natural
A quill
Can be ill
But only if the mind propels him
And
A pee
Is not unchristian like behavior, so it’s not heavy
Don’t sweat it
Unless you’re drinking
Liquid
To quench an emotional deficit
And for the record
A roach is not reckless
In the city
How would you do as it does if you were sitting
Where it is sitting?
Street logic
Is a mean topic
However these same people
In an ideal world
Cease to
Be cynical
And conniving and more proper
Music is the conduit
To lose
Yourself
Or find
Yourself
Whichever way
You use it
You decide
For yourself
Tava is how you make your food
If you’re an Indian dude
Or lady
In the kitchen
But there’s ghee
Or oil, which is grease so
Don’t be a fool and mess it
Up and wreck it
You break them bones because they are weak
Because the meat
And the high protein
Offsets the chemistry
So you pee
Out your calcium
T.M.C
Stands for too much cream
And much less coffee
Would you like some tea
With your stevia?
I cost the earth nothing
But if I were a bitch
And ate richly
I would be costly to the ecology
Would you like some chai?
I would
But don’t mess around…
And add the milk from a cow
How about rice?
That would be fantastic
Awesome
My food is sattvic
Without the dairy
‘cause dairy is savage
It’s nauseating
My name is AD
Since three-times-ten plus two, my weight be
On the scale, less than when I turned eighteen
June is when I was born
On the ten-plus-three day, of that shit
But not gay
I guess you could say
That everything
And everyday.. is classic
The planet
Is masking
Its anger for you, but sometimes
Just sometimes, it’s volcanic, it spews
It’s slick
How slick?
Like how it
Probably has
About nine thousand different plants
To eat, so there
But we have crops and crops and crops and crops
We feed livestock and on and on and on
So please see that it’s wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong and.. wrong
You could nibble on a gyro
Or a hero..
With meat
Or
Eat the mashed green peas over
Whole wheat toast
Just don’t forget to breathe, bo’
Be slow