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Man-Cat-Baby-Demon
I am scrolling down hill
folding the pills
Elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze
I am a song to be played
-earlier than you might say
-in the day
When hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed
But you are a spade
to be wondered and craved
You are your own way
With the sing of the slave
underground
above the haze
Glazed with the betrayed
Honed in on like waves
So stubborn your gay
Holding on to the page
Don't you walk that way!
Troubled little weaver
always weavin' in and out of the days
-with your face
and two others that may show you the way
So...Whenever there is game
whenever you are just being insane
Two others can ring your ping
-scratch at your lawn
ease your bickering fawn
who is ages old
-cranky yet cold
Shining like rivers of silver soles
Wasted and bold
...Blanketing and broad
system of the slots
Put in a coin so you can jog
with your eye's
and with your pogs
Fall to the floor
while dude ranchers await cry's out the doors
Become single and slower
Dangerous like snow blowers
Manned by cats
with fake joints hangin' in their lips crowin'
as they are growin'
croppin'
and sowing
The stage is set to start goin'
But you stay all knowin'
With the people out there- asses a blowin'
(...) Like the sound of the tick was that on it
Like the leaper out of time was so subordinate
You know you could have grabbed mine
You know about other ways to shine
But still you sit and grind
Sleep and unwind
Base your catches on other famous people's finds
... I dont't confide
I really don't try
I just hear god and ask about the water in the sky
Why doesn't it come down on African pride?
When they need it most?
When we know 911 proved evil the most...
But sit here and boast
And you'll hear gods jokes
He's got what a man needs
He's got you underneath a sheet
So don't breathe
Just start running
Got the mustard?
Pray for a plead
Because random people leave
While friends try and greet
An acre of land with animals and plants couldn't please
Even if they spoke the language, and cured the disease
Sorry if I sound meek
But pride comes when I'm done writing these
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