Yo change the fuckin channelI burn a Coma candleWhen the flame
fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sampleWe them cats
talkin noise behind that New York trash heapWhere the stench of
commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleepAnd it's, worker
zig-zagers versus piggy batch flashersTraining Generation
FalloutWaterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl outThere's
smoke in my irisBut I painted a sunny day on the insides of my
eyelidsSo I'm ready now (What you ready for?)I'm ready
for life in this cityAnd my wings have grown almost enough to
lift meI'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my
hourglassPassing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and
bags of marblesDon't tell me you ain't the droid that
held the match to the charcoalsDon't tell me Lucifer and
God don't carpool(This is our school)I'm not trying to
graduate to life at the curse on the lounge barstoolHead in a jar
on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool(Man please) Man
pleaseMy name stands for my beingAnd my being stands for the
woman who stoodAnd braved the storm could raise this
evening(Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful)Yeah middle
sibling suitable but far from son of excellenceBack in a long
time agi, I was to way the wishes wishBut Mister Smits, I slept
through my appointmentSaw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies
solidifyAnd picked the rose and wielded The second I introduced
myself as NervousWell it appears the scars of learning have
spokenSome are burning, some have rosenSome deserve tall tales,
some have wrote themSome are just a brutal reprocussion of
devotionMine are all of the above cuz everything leads to
erosionNow where I live there's a homeless manHe sits upon
a crateHe makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels
makeNow if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the
showTell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like
this*Horn samples*And I ain't getting any youngerMy
knuckles wear their bruises wellI've yet to lose that
hungerBut only time can tellProdigal Son with a prodigal wish to
sew that prodigal stitchAnd crucify bigot voodoo doll on two
popsicle sticksSee your name is AmbiguityMy name is something
hands can't holdBut hearts part ocean scapes just to watch
the starlet unfoldIt's like sketching a circle in the dirt
with a pointed stickKnowing the wind'll kill it some day,
still it calls my burning wits for nowAnd if I plow the fields
that don't guarantee plentiful harvestBut starving artists
die, I set my alarm for five o'clockIdols block survival
crops the cycle stops for nothingThe Bible's carp
revivalist winos flock by the hundredsTo the opening, scarlet
carpets greeting their duelLeading the stubborn mule to cruel
rugburnBut y'all numb from gut fuelI administer eclispe,
there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motorCuz a
martyr-made motor don't quitI am an epiphany, I am wet foot
mammalChannel surfing my way to the topTugboat in a bottleWith no
holes poked in the nozzleI fed em bedlam diluted in limelightTill
that rookie boogie graduated hostileAnd the vehicle is grandeur
and it veered over the mediumThe second my halo ran outta
heliumDemoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskullI was
born bound to a stencil called symmetryBut my energy's a
rentalSo I take this now to saveMy cute seniorita beholding a
flame to a lost wickThank you James Anthony for the band-aids on
my egoY'all are family for lifeI'll take that bullet to
preserve youI wanna be something spectacularOn the day the sun
runs outta batteriesAttach my fashion to the casualties of
anarchySave my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new
hornThen sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like
this(I ain't gettin any younger)*Horn samples to end*
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