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Jan 2015
gratitude
longitude
gonorrhea
gonna free uh
my soul, I guess...
and by so doin' I
guess I'll be freein'
everything and nothin' at all

because it's all just a fall
between the masters
and their dolls and
nothing is free until you
take it but, guess what?
it's not ours to take!

it's ours to fake until we make,
'cause freedom isn't something
you can have, it's something
you can be, mufuckas say
freedom ain't free, well ****,
that's 'cause it's priceless!

so slice and dice this,
I'm a pretty rainbow Pegasus
sittin pretty sittin flightless
'til I can understand that I might just
be a rhyming hippopotamus
whose rhymes are unfortunately fatherless and
c'mon, papa, don't you wanna see where the story goes?
and not abandon your words on the side of the road like a dead rose froze crackle crack thorn ***** blood and I love you but I'm freezing and I can see you leaving like another medicine wheel spinning but this time there's no sugar and it's starting to taste a little too much like a salty silk noose around here, but I'm just a silly goose and I'm just trying to break loose because I'm a ******* water buffalo with ten thousand pounds of dreaded days weighing me down. So it's time to break me down 'cause it's orange jumpsuit day and that means it's time to play on Guantanamo Bay. 

Don't you dare speak about that!
Okay, I guess we're just a horse girdle saddle strap bit heel to the side and canter, but can't my blinders be at least a little bit smaller?
It might help.
Gigi Tiji
Written by
Gigi Tiji  USA
(USA)   
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   kaitlyn-marie and rsc
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