1. |
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my biggest fears living here and it's up now //
stand clear making clutch fouls //
buckwild //
dusk minded, quaint living it's the love child //
kept thinking and i touched ground //
inna cave getting lost, locking in with the bud now //
locking in with the crud now //
it's ANTII niggas couldn't stand the bluff //
couldn't do it all at once //
with the xotics i was strung out //
niggas hated on the vision, now they shut mouth //
like spongebob, issa tuff crowd :/
tryna get my shit off in the club now //
watching even when i'm watched, reluctant //
applause stalks even my suffering //
steady resistance, tryna get my shit off not perceived //
honesty roundabout route under surveillance //
eyes is rhinestone //
ain't harlem shake just for cameras //
issa stepless celebration //
body and conscious talk transparent through conch shell //
arms flailing like leaves //
winds in opposition of speed economy //
under the moon's blessings //
bondsman escape smokescreen children's appearance like shadows //
my ancestors' boned oars wading through utopia //
sea scared but best way out //
still seen //
seen but not felt //
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2. |
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transmutation ouroboros chalk outline unpolished //
feign growth, still tried uninspired hopscotch //
in a fool’s gold checkered flannel //
taste of lemon water //
superficial exposure deep diving //
still trials dizzying //
mason blocks right of passage //
i care if the good word repeated //
intentional feelings i still feel it //
loyal to the razor’s tip //
sorrow sudden sepia photo bomb //
disposed to dual oceans //
night and day differences //
a depression neither of us can describe //
smiles, calm but hearty laugh //
for the moment knowing it’ll fade //
chasing trains, alarms, exhaust systems //
helps knowing the moon stays in my vision //
bright sky, million “me”s //
my flowers worth millions, choked up //
like earl, give until i can’t give //
give until i can’t give //
convinced by familiar //
bbq vegan pulled pork //
fake names yearn freedom //
seeming husked in a rapper’s hands //
i’m content concealed //
disgusted i said what’s the point //
so no going back now //
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3. |
new lots ave.
01:42
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it’s not funny anymore //
vessel for arousal //
she asked reverse cowgirl //
in the darkness inviting //
i’m the first to toss towel //
pacing through shame //
added to the mess //
the kitchen skin //
barely ate //
secrets don’t make a closed case //
lips locked, i lied, anxious //
4 to new lots //
prickled hair on my surface //
bubbles form colored paradox //
blend into stardust crusade //
block stretched empty unruly //
praise ringing in my ear to no avail //
scuffled feet tick with the clock //
shrink into doorway casing //
cracks in the corner //
fatigue engraved //
the rock cried //
but made it home safe //
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