disheveled shoveler.. come in.. this is the mother ship..

 disheveled shoveler.. come in.. this is sirius.. beings in the mother ship....come in disheveled shoveler .. its cold out. so when ya go out ya  put yer boots on. and tie em tight catchin the snow train hits town tonight. cuz this is sirius and we B trying 2 keep it bright
hopin that the sweat will weigh the same as the paycheck. spent already
got the food got the news funk the blues. we pump that raga that nesta that bomba that slow and steady. keepin it ready for the chill cuz its here.. cant run on the peanuts and beer money
steers funny. but only when ya let it drive hear funny. from all the years of funk and jive  got tears for ya. all yall  had to run and hide we got meals for ya. go ahead and stay alive. one day at a time. so come in.. desheveled shoveler.. come in.. my laptops runnin on fumes thoughts consume  tea mostly at this hour the new ones somewhere in the notch playin hot scotch with the wind so let this story begin when it gets here.. but for now just come in..