Barely be Flying

Start. Tripp-ing your sneak-ers on black-brown alley corr-i-dors fast you’re stum-bl-ing boy and you gotta go fast Go. Go. Go. breathe. glance your hip o-ver that dump-ster on the cor-ner and keep go-ing. bare-ly touch the grime boy, bare-ly be fly-ing. Shut down. don’t ev-en listen, be-cause if you hear ‘em you are gone you don’t ev-en gotta see a thing go by. go boy. but then you did-n’t see that blank-damned cat and you’re stum-bl-ing flat on your fore-head and cutt-ing across the buzz. you hear that horn honk-ing.

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