sometimes ya gotta creep.......

the wind, still,
no drops fallin.
crawlin a hard walk ta not push waves through woods
s.b. s' creepin like hes robin in the hood
so whats good go getter where the cheese at
lets pass this port cuz they might seize that
ya gotta deal with these deer, with their locked antlers, n ailments,
with sails meant for wind sittin frozen in n stalkin till the trails end
we keep gruntin till the hunts done.......