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Short Stories

by Philip Singer

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Short Stories about things here and there.

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4.5-And those are the lines the children will find half dozing partially sleeping,
Perfect recipe for the scientist-I-mean-parentist revenge keeping,
Looks over to see that all is asleep as the house finally rest as one,
Premeditated demonstrating these quietly before rise of sun-
4.5-In a dimly lit one bedroom apartment sits a lonely soldier who fights in city,
Out of pain for love, now there's love for pain as a gypsy who wants to get with me,
Allows addiction to sit as if was doing the slips audience, spectacle, main attraction,
Holds a bottle to lips, commence to guzzle this you my friend hold me down when relaxing,
4.5-Then when party begins, with addiction you win, you lonesome man you no stranger,
Yet still you fit in, tonic double the gin, sitting back at the room middle danger,
Selecting a freak-I-mean-a piece of fruit from this lifestyle that you savor,
Just a snack for the bit, you loving on this you stick, hit it now for later,
( augh )
1.5-And these are the times your stress and fears have gone goodbye,
They're no longer part of your frame your mental work,
Indeed it was the filty flirt, wanting fruit, man finding pork,
He was lost, soon you will find these,
***4.5-So, I'm taking my time to breath all that I see,
Soon this will pass and then there will be none,
Drum pounds conscious mayday, going down is today,
These Short Stories unfold*** ( augh )
2.5-In a heated bar brawl he had broken his jaw,
He busted his shit, and his girlfriend was standing there,
It's the true one that do care, who reach for a napkin or a cloth,
But she just laughed, oh man she was ghost, ( augh )
1.5-The nickel bag slang, that's what she did, she did-
This all day, she was scary only in high school just setting it off,
Look at them clothes she bought, and peep out that new ride she whipping-
Street invention lavender scent-
1-Tasting, chicken wing, hibachi sauce, poured in between-
2 tabs of butter melt on one piece of croissant toasty,
She don't think that she should go out and party tonight-
So she sits at home snacking overtaken by fright, ( augh )
1.5-And these are the times your stress and fears have gone goodbye,
( byyyyeeeee )
They're no longer part of your frame, your mental work-
Indeed it was the filthy flirt, wanting fruit she found some pork,
She was lost, soon you will find these,
***4.5-So, I'm taking my time to breathe all that I see,
Soon this will pass and then there will be none,
Drum pounds conscious mayday, going down is today-
These Short Stories unfold***
1.5-They was drinking beer and smoking dope in Las Vegas-
With pocket money from a heist out of Fresno cops still chasing,
Kept stash in the ride, but that was disguised cause pockets was packed with paper,
1-Sat down at the table with money to wager flashing East Coast flavor-
Although the camera was alert, so too was the skirt, wiggle bosom she gains attention,
Pretty soon she's on lap, while you loving the snack while her pimps on post awaiting,
Escorted to room, no she's taking you there while your mans downstairs buffeting,
1-She left you butt naked and just for the record she's skipping you calm and collected-
Man, taking your time, soon you'll find these stories across your vicinity,
There's money to be taking, hearts to be breaking, morals and values filthy-
Cabbie told, " the end of days are now, mankinds so unjust,
4.5-Singing sign your life to me and see in God we trust, " ( rah )
And these are the times your stress and fears have gone goodbye,
( byyyyeeeee )
They're no longer part of your frame, your mental work-
Indeed it was the filthy flirt, wanting fruit they found the pork,
Just lost, soon you will find these,
***4.5-So, I'm taking my time to breathe all that I see,
Soon this will pass and then there will be none,
Drum pounds conscious mayday, going down is today-
These Short Stories unfold × 2***.

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released February 11, 2012
Produced by Cortex Accelera.

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Philip Singer Los Angeles, California

Born in Pasadena and raised in the Central Valley
of California, Philip Singer started rhyming as a young child. Back in the day he was known as Phil Fresh, an M.C. gaining a following performing in local talent shows. METAPHYSICAL is now a non fiction storytelling M.C. on the lyric. Combining words with precisely produced beats, get your minds ready for METAPHYSICAL!
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