PETER WADE MANGO TREE

Don't know if it was fear or respect I had for this man.
However I don't know if it is the same people have of me.
I use to time him in the afternoon after he finished working at the bank.
He would come home get changed and head to the mountains with his shot gun.
I had to jump out in the road for him to stop his truck cause he wont stop.
He said I was lazy when he was growing up he had to walk.

People grow old and times change, so occasionally he lets me ride in the back.
However on foot there was so much more to experience and see.
Going to the mountains everyday and everyday it was a different experience.
Don't know what kind of mango tree he had on the lot that he worked.
We use to want to terrorize the tree but we never knew when he was up there sleeping.
One day I went up in the mango tree and laid on the bed he made.
I saw why he use to run home every afternoon it was an experience of a life time.

Climbing The Nut Tree

CLIMBING THE NUT TREE

It is one drama going up and one drama coming down
It is the bubble in the stomach before a major project and getting down
It is the hype along with the confidence that consume us all
It is the regulation of feelings of fight or flee standing on the ball

The higher the monkey climb the more he expose
The only problem is if it gets depose
The monkey still have to come back down
The monkey still have to touch the ground
The monkey has more fun getting it done

When you're so high you really don't care of a fall from there
When you're so far gone it really does not matter from here
When the bullet is coming take off your hat and salute
When destiny is at hand every thing is out of hand
Gun salute

The higher the monkey climb the more he expose
The only problem is if it gets depose
The monkey still have to come back down
The monkey still have to touch the ground.
The monkey has more fun getting it done

Some people can't give up position or power.
Some people climb the nut tree and can't come down under an hour
Some people get stuck for days and cant get enough praise
Some people get to the bottom and cant let go of the tree
Everybody hair raise

The higher the monkey climb the more he expose
The only problem is if it gets depose
The monkey still have to come back down
The monkey still have to touch the ground
The monkey has more fun getting it done

Tell the politicians to learn to climb nut trees
Tell them it will give the political process a little more ease
Tell them to conquer their fears of giving up power
Tell the boss to learn to climb nut trees
Tell them they will spend the company money with a little more ease

Learn monkey management, better than business management.
Learn monkey strategy, best business strategy.
Learn monkey agility, add to your ability.
Learn monkey primitive ways, learn to save your better days.
Learn to get high and coming down before you die

EZE BONGO

THIS UNDERTAKER HERE

In the kitchen with his chemicals
He toils as a five star chef
He boxes out the flies and the maggots and surprises the smell
The fridge at the right temperature slows down the bacteria
The Pallbearers come from the kitchen as waiters in their black and white

This undertaker here, this undertaker here

Candle and flowers on the table the knife and the fork with a little wine
The body and the blood of Christ, dig in and dine
Capitalize of the dying
Hey say your grace, dust to dust and ashes to ashes but this a shit
It is a lucky thing we have a sewer and not a toilet pit

This undertaker here, this undertaker here.

Gets paid for it, recommended for it.
Gets rewarded for it and praise for it.
The dispersal of the dead body.
Body parts disperse to a hungry body.

This undertaker here, this undertaker here.

TAKE A SMOKE

Saw a man taking a smoke, I took it for a joke.
He said, "times are hard and he is broke."
He looked at me and took another smoke.
We are all going to die anyway, as he puffs away.

Yes, we are all going to die anyway.
It does feel good that we are going to die anyway.
Knowing that is the case, why are you stressed anyway?
He asked me, "What do I care? It is his life."

The only comfort he has, is going up in smoke.
As he draws another puff, looking cool.
So now smoke is your work mule?
It makes him feel good and lively up the mood.
Looked into his eyes and realized, there is no one their.
The eyes are the window to the soul.

This man is alive but is so cold, even to his own self.
Not all of the produce in the shop are sold off the shelf.
Time has expired, now he feels like he is garbage.
None perishable goods, what are you?
Don't loose your footing and try to join smoke.
Smoke raises high, and yes we are all going to die.
Some die looking for a pie in the sky.

AT THE BAZAAR

My grandparents never let me miss a church bazaar
They would give me a ten dollar or twenty dollar
That is when the churches take part in the bizarre
Like selling alcohol and gambling games sexually explicit novels etc...
That's when a person could meet people who don't even go to church
The two main bazaar's were by the Catholic and Anglican church
They had the bigger denominations

Now the bazaar for me has a different meaning.
Instead of walking with money I am happy I learnt a few Psalms
The bazaar has gotten more bizarre than what I am used to
Instead of money in the wallet have to walk with a page out of the bible
When the tongue gets twisted and words are no more fluent
A little honey and clover with a page out of the bible goes well
It makes the words sweet and loosen up the tongue

I no longer feel up girls at the back of the church
I pay to watch them dance on stage
People really don't change, they just get better or worst at what they do
Going to the bazaar has just gotten a little more bizarre that's all