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there were two skies that day, the one in the air
and one's yolk reflecting off a twelve story glass building.
five geese in a lop-sided arrow
flew into it. now, if they'd only knew it had hid people at work,
they'd have lept into the power lines.
grace happens. i pulled the barbwire rines
from my windows for this wednesday.
wrote behave over mirrors at the doorways,

1…200 rappers th
they all died
by gun empty anger honest or hype
they all died
and when all the legends and heavens for them had all but went dry
was there a measure to their records
that had left them twice lived

this one goes to fame and what not
this one turns to shame and what not

you sound hollow, this upsets me
you didn't always...

you can tell alot about a man from the sound of his music
yours is hollow sounding

It's them with their babyfeet, hummingbirds and milky ways...
It's them, horde your sea shells and blow out the big wick...it's them...it's them...

No not your vitamins, or pillow or monocle...
This one's just righteousness half full and logical...
Mean well remote absolute and...nowhere to go
But onward and upward clasp crowns ground the heart...
Let transmission commence...hello...goodbye dark...

[Doseone]
10 strong and 20 full

Fools behind my back talking shit
About myself, my crew
They do it in private, do it in public
For their fans, in front of their friends
Yet never bring it my pad

no one had as much as a chance
against the terrible great nothing much
it reminded all… and made it seem as if
we were all on islands
and all arguments had came to a hole bore in the ocean
turning up the windows of the world
the sun lobbed into hotel rooms…
and they were all hotel rooms

The only heart in hell
A to the O to the R to the T to the A
To the blade a the day and the stay of decay
Left embedded when I'm deaded
In the sing bone poem stone of say
Push it...

Sum moon sickle

The only heart in hell
A to the O to the R to the T to the A
To the blade a the day and the stay of decay
Left embedded when I'm deaded
In the sing bone poem stone of say
Push it...

Sum moon sickle

what if the devil stole your women,
do you wait for ransome notes?
would you trust him?
could you trust him?
trust him like mom with a hot needle
or do you cut a hole in the roof?
hell and dump down armfulls of flowers
and flat worms livening up his basement,