“Croc-life” (5-11-2022)
You’re late.. you’re late.. you’re late! you’re late! you’re late!,“Cry-kee!.. looks like you and you on an un-ordinarily ordinary date, maybe it was by choice.. maybe fate, but it wasn’t just me that opened that gate, “Bangers” are calling and said.. they just can’t wait, haters can hate, aka Bro-in-law Nate.
Name of the game is “Croc-run through practice-run”, just one over-aged child and his child having some mind-blowing fun, interrupting drill-comp practice.. dreads up in a bun, “Could it be that we’ve already won?”.
When obstacles arise and you find yourself in a pinch, howl to the moon but no help of a winch, chin-down and see rainbows.. no need for a linch, because for just “fitty-buck”.. you’re whole everything is now in luck, “feels like I’m walking on a cloud”.. picture-perfect words acoustically loud, old me choose to blatantly ignore a-loud, “sorry-not-sorry”.. not entirely proud, bunch of psychos congregated in a crowd, Social Media’s read “TEaMwiEr0l straight-up WOW’D!”, officially Insomniac endowed.. yet biological parents still ain’t proud.
Backs turned now and it’s time to defend, “Crocs for everything” revealing our new trend, walk on water bridges mend, truths attend.. hit send.
Surprisingly-not-surprising our application stamped denied.. middle-finger to the corporate world I just about cried, “Oops” we lied, quick-switch and now it’s in sport, freeze-dried wort, hide-and-seek fort, all that is known can’t be unknown.. malfunctioning “Abort”.
Hiding amongst the cattle.. lies what’ll be Historically known as an easily won battle, shoulder now broken.. to him a free-bee vulnerability token, and now his demons have awoken, but no.. have you not listened to any of my flow, wiEr0l just won’t go.. just you know, musical end-of-tunnel light.. Arial-Croc-Fight-Delight if I just might, you’re face is a magnet I laugh as I write, expression progression this shit is tight.. put together all out of love not spite, quench your thirst.. sip back on a Sprite.
So basically every time we hug its a hug hello and a hug goodbye, tuck me in bed now.. sweet lullaby.
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Tyson Mendenhall
"Music and song-writing has been the only way for me to fully express anything that I've ever thought and everything that I've ever felt. Every walk of life is uniquely difficult, here's my story. I have a big heart, like The Grinch!"
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