Chronicles of a Hip-Hop Bard
Breathing the Wandering Pixie Gypsy Life (a verse for Green)
Mon, June 8, 2009 - 8:27 AMBreathing the wandering Pixie Gypsy Life,
Leaving the bumbling city life behind,
Seeing the summers in fields with pretty skies
Some people grow up on site, some seek to find,
As long as we have breath we know we'll laugh
As long as we all share, we won't starve,
Food Circle! One day past sell by date
Won't hurt you, sharing stories, wearing purple
Breathing fresh air drinking spring water
Wandering green fields, foraging for the
Edible flora and watching the fauna.
Some trim the blessed herb in California ;-)
Some smoke Indian Chillums to meditate longer,
Some are walking in the pyramids of Bosnia,
As Babylon falls it's not just Romani Gypsies that wander
But Rastas, Druids, Omis, and Fairies who walk the
Earth with the confidence mother provides
Shelter, good food, good friends and good vibes,
Womble the planet until our roots grow
The wandering life is now in the flow.
In the back of pimped out vans with trippy guys!
Making songs up as we go along with witty guys!
Discussing sending energies from testes to between the eyes !
...Breathing the Wandering Pixie Gypsy Life!
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