what this world come to,/ i see it through u everyone of u,/ from the words u choose/ from the eyes u look, crystal stains impure since the booth/ physical chains loose loops of the spiritual/remains left glued to metaphysical /strains we took searching for lost particles /gained from infant youth ,the crust sparked a mute ,/that part we took scooped out our oracle visual / just this audible drum set kepts in the pankoo box/ ,someone please sshhhh! and just watch the clock before its 2/ get me vex, /open ma eyes to Luke and skywalk skies beyond heights in night sky/ as this cowboy unwrapped constellations confession shoot visions loose tensions shook one star get it starstruck till its bursts out /that good old orange juices and go supernova off sips that drips glittered all over ma shirt lil flick off the shoulder/ u could hang this nigga up as a xmass trees / but first can neurologist explain this please ,as thoughts transferred to actual matter that u can see it live no need to believe ,/like aint that some insane shit /get some good luck ,gold touch ,anything ma foot walks over,/each books chapters upon chapters, scattered matters, rather banter over another Captain Hook, getting his dick sucked by that tingling bitch /,fuck a fairy dust gets niggas blessing curse with a big achooo/ check his lungs might find the pressure gauze dried up moist,/ explains the bullshit u coughing up each noon ,/ now we left with who to trust /bump fist and holla like it was all in the trunk/ , lock these brief till the right time springs up /then break off the leach and release me out the godforsaken world see u soon peace bruv

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