THEVERBALVISUALHOLISTICHEALERTREEZ

MY GYPSY SONGgrandson of a gypsy dont need u around but he b smiling like a crocodile when he see u later aligator, later aligator with two evil eyes is goin to stare u down put a pirate voodo curse on u and cackle out loud blackout doing magic and wake up on the ground spot him in a caravan passing thru town when u see him coming i suggest u let him by hes moving like a frieght train with razor sharp sides let me put u on the rite track hes cuts down to size true his clothes are dirty plus torn to shreds lives life with one foot dangling over the edge under a killer death cloud of bad luck and trouble it rained pain and misery grey was its color babys crib was a pig pen grew up in a puddle name was mud before he could speak moved out of a bush and into a treee it wasnt later till he joined society all about the trip not the destination a loner on a mission permanent vaction grandson of a gypsy dont need u around but he b smiling like a crocodile when he see u later aligator, later aligator kicking rolling stones left in the dust seen every city from the back of the bus family, strangers on wheels he dosent even trust king of pesents pauper prince the smooth frog every princess trys to kiss only bows ducking boyfriends fists suddenly leaves laughing got an unperditable wit and a people army that never met b4 im sure with no shoes on singing the walking blues on tour poor but rich in spirit a man whose wealth is wisdom stand by for his soapbox gospel this dharma bum apostle wills the impossible predicts the future haunted by the past left with only the now another independent soldier going forward i thought i told you grandson of a gypsy dont need u around but he'll b smiling like a crocadile when he see u later aligator, later aligator ash on his forehead he creeps and he crawls stealin from a picnic not just another basket case a rope holds pants tight for this cooler-raider cuz life's a balance plots a course like a circus sportin three rings your jewelry comes as he goes all possessions really pawn-shop gold bright aura stays precious, can't buy back your soul searchin to behold rambles on a rock, then rolls incomplete with unpolished goals really immediate needs wants to explain but no one listens, best believe it's a mute point, heads turn a deaf ear like a poltergeist was here, they run in fear while evil is really live spelled backwards no hugs or dramatics hard to see, hangs surrounded by attics can't watch the soap opera ain't no act bags stay packed main character on his toes, unable to relax provides white light on dark corners smiles at funeral mourners cuz the grandson of a gypsy dont need u around but he b smiling like a crocodile when he see u later aligator, later aligator