This is a coming of knowing what it is now. What it was then. Why it didn’t do. If he probably shouldn’t have done it, she probably does it to. Putting together more pieces that were once stuck to*get*her meaning for now and lasting forever. To get her and bring her home to dinner, like on a special occasion, something worth being remembered. To gather and gasp grasping through all the time that’s passed. Time, forever, eternity, they all mean the same thing to me. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes become hours, hours turn into haze wrapping up me and MJ for months just to forget a phase. Pardon Perception, I meant together became forever then quickly turned into a phase. Stuck like glue, a young gum shoe getting through the unshadiest days. I go Coast to coast bouncing from court to court, me representing MJ. My deuce holds up courts, Billy H. Bonny childish shots end up in more than just divorce. For widowers who show no remorse, learn from past blotches. Steer your own course. Lorena Bobbitt types sharpen up when they’re doing life in the pen. That’s neither here or there because that’s then. Non humble doings leave all this understood, while life is on a tumble fighting for Ali way more then the people would. This is my tribute to C. Clay. Our resemblance could be made. To some I’m the baddest and to me I’ve got the prettiest name. Headlining this generation’s rumble in the jungle, I pray to regain. I’m getting stronger frame by frame because the structure remains the same; believing in faith still not seeing yet maintaining the brain. Hear the knock? Then its here! It is evident so clear. Taste like ever clear no beer. Lift up your cups for 09 its still a new year. Yeah clear glue residue over everything. People getting stuck while wishing us luck like we were a feathered thing. Dream catching aside bring in the tide. The waves in surfs up! Grinding with time, ready to go where we never been. GlewCrew born we’re all heaven-sent. Fly with no angel dust just a little bit of heavens scent.