Solomon and the vagabond sailor's

I got migraine troubled of this Mississippians
They wandering In the way of vagabond sailors
Wailing still like a stillbirth babies. Pounding yet like alarm do pounds
Running through the waterway like aged wallclock do flocks round

Sojourned here and wait for lunch by the dinosaur
Did day not tells you what naïve night ain't of?
I right not tell even, you doubt, you rooster to you root.
Barely walk not with your foot
Slurred and trades within your brooks
Sure you will exalts boroughs of the proudest and haughty looks.

I got rules by my wealthlines bring your heads to the shore
Beat my audacity if you bear your hand to feed the poor's
Beat my consciousness if you looks not naughtily
Beat my age and my wisdom don't shunt my folklores.

Go, go the wind say, go!
Its fury shalt not indeed back you in
And its futile glories wouldn't last you,
neither shall he basked you in.
Till you go down baked by the dreadful spin.

Row the way off to the perennial penurious
You lost at then quayside lead you sways
Youngest soloist soonest drive you,
don't let the peanuts drops you in the way of preys.
So I give you heed.