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As I tattoo Phi Theta on my chest
And watch the knowledge steam up from my veins
In tendrils, smoky gray
In wrath, twisted fury the likes we have never seen
Oh, how I envy the dress of Philosophy 

I wish I could have donned it on the night of prom
And danced and sweated to dreadful lyrics
But the best beats this side of town has ever seen

And I die
Every time somebody writes God on a piece of paper 
Every time God makes us write him down on a piece of paper
I die
And drip the ebony perspiration of grief on the Church walls
He is supposed to be a secret, Graffiti-ed  and Glorified 
In deserted subway tunnels
Found in the hidden lines between the Dead Emcee Scrolls

Oh Looooooord, 
Could you give me the number of the apartment the Muses live in
Philosophy is mad at me and Fortune slammed the door in my face 
For stealing a piece of paper with Your name on it
I just
Wanted
To be 
Closer
I just wanted to feel
How it felt to have a heartbeat so I could spit out these lines faster

Like the middle of a rolled up tortilla in my Tia’s kitchen
Full of butter, dripping like a hurricane about to die in Arizona
I search for thee though every single bite
Letting you seep into my taste buds 
Letting you leave this bitter taste in my mouth
Forsake me! Forsake me in the darkest ally so I know what love feels like

God,
 Why
       have 
               you  
                    forsaken  
                                  me?
All I want to do is see the Sun for the first time out of the cave and feel
Love
Because I come to you, I beg to you, I talk, I shout, I whisper
For you, for you, for you

You never answer
Forsake me! Forsake me in the darkest ally so I know what love feels like.

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