faults in my reason
must be dreaming
fooled by the sweetened
taste of **** on my tongue
must be dreaming
today i ain’t fall apart
today i picked up shattered parts

i’m dreamin…
dreamin, dreamin
i got it my way
(dreamin… dreamin)
this is my world
(dreamin… dreamin)
but when i got stuck
stuck in the rut
with the ash from my bud
that’s my bud -
no cuz
no keke
even God didn’t see me
even God didn’t see me
even God didn’t see me

Check how I handle these demons sent
Sent for the Lord and he brought his ****** tact
Tact with the pen and gat -
Mortician - i be havin premonitions
Two sides of the same coin
guess i’m just facin my fission
dreamin tunnel wisdom
i’m on a mission
starboy
starlord
starseed
that ***** ain’t free and neither is me

faults in my reason
must be dreaming
fooled by the sweetened
taste of **** on my tongue
must be dreaming
today i ain’t fall apart
today i picked up shattered parts

faults in my reason
must be dreaming
fooled by the sweetened
taste of **** on my tongue
must be dreaming
today i ain’t fall apart
today i picked up shattered parts

frayed wings i took no flight
on my feet i served to fight
protect the peace all my might
hustle in the lungs for the dream
bustling the arms for the cream
dreamin of my world complete
dreamin my friends fed to sleep
plate so big no desire to keep

love is all i wanna reap
love is all i wanna reap
love is all i wanna see
love is all i wanna see
love is all i wanna be.

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how i feel right now?
dejected - tip toeing to
where?
i wallow in reflection
riddle pebbles in every direction
disturb placid lakes with intention
i’m a degenerate…
or so my story shows -
malignant magic toss me to and fro
i’m tooth and claw born:
a black rose
raised to be a thorn for the gouge
implored the gorges and found
hollow mounds of sound
empty words compiled like faces
in a crowd  
i’m in a shroud -
humming ghost hymnals
diamond of april in prosaic pose
minstrels -
how i’m bound and crowned
ten toes down
ten middle fingers up
Shin Sūsenju lay hands on a runt

is this what you want?  
am i built to your woes?
fervor to shatter molds
i can’t control
black jade shields my soul
but i still dance with the world
we both in a whirl…
derogatory spirits in my head
my toes curl
involuntary shifts in my bed
my toes furl
restless nights - so i sip the earl
guess i’m grey like mama’s pearls

baby blue world in a swirl
navy blue denim -
legs in a twirl
body immersed in
a dream deferred -
from this curse i emerge
unfurled
from birth i drove the hearse
from birth i drove the hearse

Dear,
sleep with one eye open: i’m a seer
before i ever touched the drugs
i knew the truths and the dares
a reckless ***** for the care
loud deploys of thunderous tokes
i’m eloping with peace through
blunts rolled in hope -
made a bond with a newer self
thinking i was better in health…
in euphoric fog I grew fond
dissipate to city songs
but in smog i loathe like kong
angry, lost, and no nia long -
i can’t give away my heart
baby just come for the ride…
i put it all in the song…
through that water, yea i trogged
in that whip, now i boss
manifest strength in welts from past hands dealt with tongs
i should’ve never…
i should’ve…

baby blue world in a swirl
navy blue denim -
legs in a twirl
body immersed in
a dream deferred -
from this curse i emerge
unfurled
from birth i drove the hearse
from birth i drove the hearse

tryna be the greatest ever
i’m tryna be the greatest ever felt
i was never tryna be the greatest ever
till i lost my pelt
cold with my skin out…
i got my **** out
fear me.. love me.. hate me..
i got my chest out
ain’t **** to this paper
bet i wipe up boogers
till it’s runny south
bronx be the come up -
27 world rings
smell the daises
in a suit oof i’m done up
these ****** allergies
but i’m in them daily till the sun up
i’m just killin my time
got 3hunnid to my name…
make that 270..
feedin my vices with 30 dollar
indo strains
feelings dissapate
lung muscle gains
hear the hustle gland
grab a duffle bag
fillin it with everything i never had
i’m scripting nations and armies
i’m ****** every thing up like
we should’ve had
and when i’m done, *****
it’s a permanent scab
betta feel the reps in my jabs, *****
BLAM

baby blue world in a swirl
navy blue denim -
legs in a twirl
body immersed in
a dream deferred -
from this curse i emerge
unfurled

from birth i drove the hearse

from birth i drove the hearse

i’m the Reaper’s first son
raised in the church
from birth the earth i worked
see it in my blood exposed -
my love
mortal man neva shown

How do I script this reversal of time?
Rewind my spine until my heels touch my mind?

Click Twice.

Travel through the avenues of my own schisms
Dotted lines in incomplete frames...

My toes feel them out -
I wonder if I breath the same
Measured and controlled -
I wonder if I'll be the same

Orient my spirit to the currents in my brain:
            
            I'm in a sea
      I'm in a lake
I'm in a pond
To drown
      To waft
            To swim

How do I script this reversal of time?

Exist.
Exist.
Exist.

Open wounds on my wrist
Arterial lines to search my brain's
Intimates.
A delicacy beneath my flesh...
I'm left bruised with purple hues and
Deeper wounds.

*******.
*******.
*******.

Leave me for mulch -
Forlorn to feverish growth
It's fatal. It's decomposition.  
Vindictive, I've let it all surmise
In sermons scripted as
Tarnished seedlings.
Left it to grow in the damp
Pits of desolate scorn -
Infected throughout my stems
I pray to dissolve

Don't mourn.
Don't mourn.
Don't mourn.

I lie in a field
Waiting for myself to arrive
The quintessence of knowing the
Depths of my soul
Immobilized - Idyllic?

I lie in a field asleep
Coupled with roots of Sycamore
Promises - I suppose.
I suppose I'm desperate to feel
Grounded within the viscerally fleeting...

I'll meet you there?

Relapse.
Relapse.
Relapse.

There are men
with loud voices

I've been taught
to fear since birth.

If the intermittence
of skin flashing between
two articles of clothing is
where seduction occurs

then where is the
****** gaping cloth
of a yell?

Is it in the cavernous tongueless space
of parted lips: in some silent inky
strident echoing taste
or
in the tightness of vocal
chords pulled taut, the strain of
raised forehead and neck veins?

There's a weight in
my chest like a weight
in his bed, heavy and
unsatisfied and
thinly veiled.

I think somehow
the look on my face
must be a pleasing design:

a familiar retraceable
state: a reminder that
I don't mind him,

I know my place:
in a small, quiet space,
in his arms when its late,
on the drip of the spit on the tip of
his tongue: a flash of flesh over pale teeth:
a site of intermittence: in a hesitation

a fearful hesitation