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Motor Head Boi
Intact I am math,
But in a blast I run fast
...Somewhere above the tree line-
I am seen as fine,
But inside I am tried...
Weather doesn't help locate a song
So I hop on a motorcycle to get gone...
I soon crash it into a nearby tree,
and lay on the ground for weeks…
The sooner I come home
The lesser I learn how to lead
And its never anything but my last breathe of shine that I felt my teeth grind-
****ing the enemy
...the way of the blind
Organic and prime,
My weaknesses don't show
So I am fine...
And while feeling fine,
In an interesting wine,
I smell the pine,
It aches within me,
-Rakes at my earliest pillory
So I walk on pleased,
Get paid,
And then go spend all my pees
...With this withering game of time,
I feel hexed to grow some of mine
But I soon stop,
Eager to drop,
1,2,3, and then four…
Four strips, One token,
And two years unspoken
Where I turn and spin in the door
A splended welcome to adore!
What shores have washed away from these pores!
What course I have taken to learn how to adore!
But there is a land I lived in alive
but it just wasn't my find,
I was there,
but it wasn't my mind...
I wish I could scream!
Feel mean!
Go away unnoticed!
Then re-arrive climbing in trees!
Birds eat the bees
Lizards the breeze
But character never breeds
Its gotta be seen-
understood, spoken and then dreamed
before you wake to it
-just like she made ya do it
-and you jerked yourself through it
Started ta loosin' it
And got loaded
and became a rude influence
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