(Any)Where in the World, is Rita.

Elbow dabs sueding with the knee highs

Dressed too fly wiping clouds from the eyes,

Staying so fresh till death call it a revival on style

Police and the cars are caught in traffic

With Sting rolling in a lil red corvette

License plate doesn’t say fresh,

but the car still belongs to a Prince.


Join with the headband, ride with the carpool

Dive in deep, trippy smiles never mean wiles

Bubble hash, smoke a splash, the whole gangs getting waved

Everything need known educated under the sun

Tide clock signifies days out the mind,

Point breaks connected by horizon line

If life be a beach then enroll me on up

Bask in the ball of life, back to the old school

Shocked there is no clock?

Making new rules passing the days away

back ‘n forth between all worldly four corners

On the heels of royalty,

willed I was to follow the Dean of my dreams

Two legends, Carolina born, bred, then

Took a solo flight far from home

I decided before the final whistle blows

That I’ma set fire to life like a Franklin street night

After dook takes the L in the Dean Dome 

Loose diet, budget appetite

Savoring every day has become the way 

Dare to take a bite out of life

Because there’s too much to digest before death

I consider me a baker like Fetty,

But others may think me a crock

If you don’t like my pace, pace then pass,

And continue on the rat race 

I don’t have space for a kettle or black pot

Bubbling with rabid thoughts

Tied to one square plot of ground?

Suit don’t need to be chainmail to weigh you down

Dropping from current see

May seem counter intuitive to sensibility

But take it from me, exchanging green bills

For emerald scenes gets you closer to nobility

To health, money, and love;

You’re bananas if you think I’m gunna be a monkey in the middle

Like A to zed, you’ll find me on either end

Best check out, sign off, and bounce about

Try not, to let social insecurity stop your well farings

Go out and fill the memory bank before it’s too late

People insist, “what’s a mere 180 minute hand ticks?”

I resist, that’s all that’s required to flip life’s dial

Crossing time zones, light years away from my abode

London to Bangkok the future is now

Clock says it’s half past Dip in Dots

Mind racing, you’d think I’m on the verge of space exploration

Feet keep the pacing, eyes on the verge of tears

Because finally after all these years 

I’ve blasted into the great wide open


The bounds to which I can roam

Are located beyond the scope of what’s known 

Explore the great outdoors or sit and cower?

Latter point’s moot when you learn what’s at stake

Remember: This world is yours for the making,

Not anyone’s for the taking 



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