White powder

knowing you
is letting you down, 'cause
you don't wear a crown

I always go for the first price
and that's no lie, if I reach that
I'll lift you beside me

don't make waves it's just
how the game is played
I'll be a king, you a queen
we will cover the whole scene

from New York to Abilene
the white powder is a test
if you're strong enough to
take the rest

it's not addictive as they say
more like a game, a game to
get used to

yes, king and queen we are
we reign, we play with the
white powder game

it's not addictive, not at all
just you play that's all, and
to play, you must pay afterall

like any game you play
the stakes are high, so are
the costs, stay with it you can't
kick it

it's not addictive so they say
going to the edge is a long stretch
stay with it babe, don't give up
the chase

go all the way to paradise
stay with it babe and you'll
be allright

allright 'till daylight
stay with it babe, stay
with the chase

(c) JR. eightees

Master whisperer

Listen an' quiver hear the Master in the wind
in that swift breeze, where he whispers about
you an' I what you an' I may not see

he even whispers where a king resides,
in its corridors, in a chamberlain's chamber
in a nobleman's bed, in a kitchen's pots
an' pans


or in the most sensitive ear of al when
a warlord comes to call, and not only a
whisperer is he a listener

his might rests upon all the global land, his
whispers are ev'rywhere and the spoils of war
are his profit written in the sand

listen an' quiver, if you know the master
he protects whatever interest he has might
you confess

a silenced whisper will remove the threat
from whatever confession you ever had
or he whispers less

and you will remain in his servitude might
you flee his might will find you even in a
hollow tree

where again he will become as the wind
a strong breeze a gale if need and without
mercy

will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead
leafs or leave you somewhere on a remote
wasteland where nobody

will ever believe you're the residu,
The Master Whisperer
leaves

(c) JR. 2017

Trash

trash at ev'ry corner, in ev'ry alley
just lying there, in heaps cans an' boxes
in anything

trash a kingdom with a king where he lives
in, where he digs in, will hold his wealth, rich
without sins

collector of things, his to have to hold to care
to sell anywhere, fortune it brings, fortune in
the streets

fortune in heaps, a pocket full o' green, a king
walks the streets, diggin' in his wealth, kickin'
up trash, trash to harvest

trash a solid bet, something always there

(c) JR.

Master whisperer

listen an' quiver
hear 'the master' in the wind
in that swift breeze where he
whispers abpout you an' I what
you an' I may noy see

he even whispers where a king
resides in its corridors in a chamberlain's
chamber,  in a nobleman's bed, in a kitchen's
pots an' pans or in the most sesitive ear of all

when a warlord comes to call
not only a whisperer is he a listener his might
rests upon all the global land his whispers
are ev'rywhere and the spoils of war are
his profit written in the sand

listen an' quiver
if you know the master he protects
whatever interest he has might you
confess

a silenced whisper
will remove the threat from whatever
confession you ever had or he whispers less
and you will remain in his servitude

might you flee his might
will find you even in a hollow tree
where again he will become as the wind
a strong breeze a gale if need

and without mercy
will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead leaves
or leave you somewhere on a remote
wasteland where nobody will ever
believe you're 'the residu'

'The Master Whisperer'

leaves

(c) JR. 2017