An encounter with the street
Lord, with me moving my feet.
Motivation a virtue scary hazard,
through the night softly.
Bargain for me ,myself and I,
concerning The Trio.
Trying to be real, Making it real, but feel sort of trendy .
A character took me to jail jazz ill .
I needed their magic inside that pill.
Open my eyes on the corner
dynamite danger thrill.
Return, to black sidewalks, riverside blues, and hibiscus
kill by the Sacred Hearts.
“Hibiscus Dancing Trio”
Waianae sacred still as an hibiscus throw.
The cat’s name is Kailua, the magic show!
So pull the trigger playing to kill, although
“Does it mean I cannot chill”? I stated.
The ruin of all their hatred?
Kill, that Waianae painted.
On Hawaiian hibiscus honey No.9”
it ain’t where it’s at the store, although
On the killing floor, out at the corner
out in the street, in other words.
No money, so hot, so sunny
a burn to the feet and being on the street.
So nothing can desire the kitty cat who
lost its corner on the way to the town
without a penny.
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