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sound of summer burning the body

by shemar

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katusula A beautiful display of deeply personal meditation, reflection and thought. Could honestly analyze this for a college level course ong. Favorite track: patchwork ritual.
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1.
ouroboros 01:10
cycles cautious of curses // generational skeleton key subversive // melanin could walk circumference of the sun's surface // and return no purpose. just to say i lived // burned a bridge w a nigga who preached accountability // just for finishing a sentence // they couldn't maintain the same energy // got a chip on my shoulder // un-submit to masculinity in a binary sense // i need therapy not repentance! // dirt-water skies, cracked sidewalks tryna reach heaven // bible leaf eaters tryna reach heaven // lay sixteen bales, infinite protection // double's not enough, brass knuckle fisticuffs gentrification // the pipe bursts, the beats ease thru // if abstraction leads to violence then "coup!" // if abstraction leads to violence then "kill!" // won't take my lungs but they'll take my funds // voice box and tongue just for thrills //
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crescent st. 02:34
oscillate between absurd and observatory // outcasted allegories // outlaw the fallacies // faulty matrimony // nuance or nuisance, nothing new // predictable abusive guilt trippin // is this what no pussy does to a motherfucker??? // talk w ego 'cause i move w sovereignty // blackness backdrop my philosophy // cherry blossoms sprout from hydrant trees // fresh sewage reefs, equivalent alchemy // nigger babies worth infinity seeds // breathe! // wrote this riding the lawn of debts owed // single wall rose inching out its grove // got direct ties w sacrificed hope // romanticized willingness to cope // count devils off they troves // enthralled by sorrow thorns in arm // ribcage of a suicide bomb threat // back when i couldn't stand my own scent // ain't break but stayed bent // ain't rest, spiraled against the stairs // room full of sentimental airs // shea butter and stray hairs // insecure when the love's a private affair // been hidden a fair share // from panopticon stare // found an oasis in the margins somewhere // evading cameras not for pleasure, doldrum synthesis // privacy's a fruitless endeavor. my pocket catharsis! // fold under bliss! bargain w the bones in my sampler // rather be authentic than artistic, born a scavenger // difference between tourist and lion tamer // if i gotta yell, accept the abyss open rhetoric! // caress my skin softly as if i'm playing piano in the dark, crescent manhandler // momentous occasion, a moment to rest // as the moon goes thru phases // watching films turn pessimistic, soul breaker // see myself from a vantage point // knees of a natural man, motion picture monolithic // burn the seconds in my heart away until i'm tipsy //
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in love we trust, maneuvered around the sight // of rusted hugs and crusted bumps. taught spite // gloves are judged if the shoe fits right // same clutch my palms might fight strife // mustered calm rhymes, one more time // vocational song signs // in preservation alone saw some kind of grace :)) // prayers never going to waste // used to rap all about a strong face // now i grab smiles by they waist // my anthem won't be a simple swan song! // at the ancestor altar with remorseful bars // rights and wrongs, scars, let the stars talk // can't count the nights pawed // throwin ls in morse, nobody sings anymore // patience hoarse, eyes sore // jazz bussin bomb shelter doors // i'm not a voice of the main but a tool for the more // running up the score, the last shall be first! // wretched earth of course // sun sketchin my orbit w my ethics // when the apparatus eclipse old methods // schrödinger's depression // struggle to separate self and message // couple thousand faces submerged in complexion! // skinned what we were left handed i devil dance in chicken scratch // perpetual worship, black mass // i am creating habitual from summertime ash // patchwork ritual //
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a short reflection on my relationship with masculinity (and adjacent oppressive systems) amidst chaos.

peace to all those i called upon for strength, through reverence / reference. peace to all who offer strength to me regardless.

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released September 23, 2022

written, produced, mixed by shemar

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