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But folks think society is ok because there are black news casters and weed trees are legalized Eat the core of the peach and pie Keep ‘em Captive with acid and fungus then let ‘em loose to feast on fallen prey Call the hunger games a holiday To kill a Mocking Jay

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The road to hell is paved with good intentions The got souls for sale and slaves don’t get no pension So we prefer limping hopping your fencing

Out in the woods On some would rather lose a foot like Kintne kente Cut from a different cloth tied to string theory and cares less what your friends say

In bare flesh Stole a shoe from a crook and moved to wilderness con todos Los mi gente I relate to Migrants Maroons Pirates Draft dodgers and samurai sensies

You get enlightened on the tenth day Hey It’s an aescetics aesthetic and not all parties are invited but we’ll let in some of your homies if they contribute to getting the peripatetic homies rent paid

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The retna will rupture The feelings are extra extra Tough like black leather The texture of the tapestry is dapper Cool disco Dan I’m black letters

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A slouch that spews self directed hate speech from a foul mouth and rectifies the contradiction in the diction as his emotions ping pong Uo north to down south An entendre about labia and vixens And all life and wisdom emanating from the lips of women

I’m intimating mysticism Intubating mentalism Insinuating intuition A missed call from my moms convinced that every human living needs connection like stitching and webbing and is meant to get it Like blessings

There’s no such thing as perfection I clutch rings of perception Sing songs about depression and laughter And skew their direction Watch ideas start drifting shifting and stretching wanting to revert to more divine feminine based religion

wanting to revert to more divine feminine based religions Predestined in tantric temple freeze relics and etchings So to get back to my first point Ain’t no stepping and fetching It’s curious Atticus in the west wing with the next best thing