Slammin' in the Photo Filters!

I'm jammin' in my music to the laughters of my mates, no they ain't actors! You can hear it in the rafters, the music that I be singin' no matter if it's day or is it night or is it sun or is it light! Some times I be singin' it, sometime I be winging it; but I always have rollin' around in laughter, then I scrollin' thier photograph hours & hours after to the laughter! Laughter turns to smiles down the alise of our church, no I lurching place, it's a happy space; where we become one race in this place & while we wait for the king to come, now I one to chat him letters until the dawning of the sun! It's also in writing we become one; I'm going to keep writing letters to him in my head, until I'm dead or red from the concentrition of praying this nation & all the nations of the world, I'm not spoiled, I want the funds to be boiled for food for the hungry, not sundries, they're hunger can't you see, it's not just me who wants to plant a tree of fruit in this pooty air, that we can't bear to breathe in this air isn't fair! I sit in my hippy chair & nod my head in dispair! Art is always fair & in my hair! I stay in my lair & let art by a part of this heart! I've got a nice cart it to is a part of my heart; I drive very good when I start, but I love my go-cart! I love berries, especially when they're in my 'hood! Black cherries on my socks is also good! I hunt rocks & it's good especially when they're in the park near my 'hood!