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So introverted no one heard it I got existential My man said **** you're thoughts Ignorance and jealousy gets perverted So let it go, it's useless Besides, the medicine is already rolled Anyways I walk with a crew too thin to get deep Wise men walk in threes Protection is needed to get home I walk with a chip and a heavy heart Makes it ever harder to breathe My man said get you're head right, the words formed Poetry evolved though I never did intend to He said he didn't understand me I said better yet You need to see to believe Hard to imagine knowing what we've been through Poor circumstances breed survival that's a fact you can see in the winters cold Today's fresh start is part of yesterday's mural painted as the gallery closed So I wake with a fresh water splash I can feel the revitalization from the soul to my toes I could admit to the doubts But the patron to the fam, should never let it be known I came in the door wearing the humidity of another wage week Weekends are the oasis to the poor Drink the collected flavors Roll up under umbrellas While I share with you my latest brainstorm
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
Umbrellas in a brainstorm
So introverted no one heard it I got existential My man said **** you're thoughts Ignorance and jealousy gets perverted So let it go, it's useless Besides, the medicine is already rolled Anyways I walk with a crew too thin to get deep Wise men walk in threes Protection is needed to get home I walk with a chip and a heavy heart Makes it ever harder to breathe My man said get you're head right, the words formed Poetry evolved though I never did intend to He said he didn't understand me I said better yet You need to see to believe Hard to imagine knowing what we've been through Poor circumstances breed survival that's a fact you can see in the winters cold Today's fresh start is part of yesterday's mural painted as the gallery closed So I wake with a fresh water splash I can feel the revitalization from the soul to my toes I could admit to the doubts But the patron to the fam, should never let it be known I came in the door wearing the humidity of another wage week Weekends are the oasis to the poor Drink the collected flavors Roll up under umbrellas While I share with you my latest brainstorm
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
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