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[Aesop
Yo, the fucking channel.
I a coma candle.
When the fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample.
We them cats talking noise behind New York trash heap where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep.
And it's the work of zig-zaggers versus piggy badge flashers generation fallout.
Waterfall, bricklayer, crawl out.
There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my I'm ready now.
(What you for?)
I'm ready for life in city and my wings have grown almost enough to lift me.
I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglasspassing the time serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles.
Don't tell me you the droid that held the match to the charcoals.
Don't tell me Lucifer and God carpool.
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to to life with a personalized barstool,
in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool.
(Man please) Man
My name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who and braved the storm to raise the seedling.
(Brother sun, moon, mother beautiful)
Yeah, middle sibling but far from son of excellence.
Beckoneda long time ago I was, to where the wishers wish but missers miss, I slept my appointment.
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidifyand a rose.
It wilted the second I introduced as nervous.
Well, it appears the scars of learning spoken.
Some are burning, are frozen.
deserve tall tales, some wrote 'em.
Some are just a brutal of devotion.
Mine are all of the above everything leads to erosion.
Now where I there's a homeless man.
He upon a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that make.
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you the show
Tell him Aesop Rock ya just to hear his horn blow like this

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[Aesop
And I getting any younger.
My knuckles their bruises well.
I've yet to lose hunger, but only time can tell.
sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two Popsicle sticks.
See, your is ambiguity.
My name is something can't hold but hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calms my burning for now.
And if I plow the fields, that guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops, the stops for nothing
The Bible squawks as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening.
Scarlet greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all numb from gut fuel.
I eclispe.
Ain't know motor like a martyr made motor 'cause a martyr made motor quit.
I am an epiphany.
I am webbed foot mammal surfing my way to the top.
Tugboat in a bottle with no poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam in limelight till that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
Nowthe is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
to thorn crown.
Damn, talk numbskull.
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my a rental.
So I take this now to say, thank you senorita for holding a flame to a wick.
Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego, y'all are family for life,I'll take that to preserve you.
I be something spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
Attach my fashion to the of anarchy.
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born this...
(I gettin any younger)

*Horn to end*