Netcees - Walk The Plank

Its like a record that never stops playing; it loops on timelessness…
a bus traveling along an endless dirt road, with unlimited gas.
The train tracks don't stop here; penultimately, there are no stops!
Similar to when you're waiting for the ultimate statement, but it never drops.
So get your seat belts strapped on, and enjoy the bumpy ride!
Don't worry if your friends fall off, they'll get washed in by the tide.
The journey never ends, and the vehicle carrying us has a computer.
It can recall the past, seize a particular moment, and predict the future.
Oppressing the victims' brains, bodies and souls… it never ends.
Neither does the love that keeps us going; "the ride": love extends.
It just keeps going, and going, and going… going, and going...
flowing back and forth through the breeze, chasing its fixed courses.
The ride is never-ending, much like many of my stories.
After reading these pennings, you'll hear all about bored NCees.

"Keep on writing rhymes and climbing the charts;
homie walked the plank, and hasn't yet met one shark"