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[Aesop
Yo, change the channel.
I burn a candle.
When the flame fades, consider my flat line a sample.
We them cats talking noise behind that New York 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 eyelidsso I'm now.
(What you for?)
I'm ready for life in this city and my have grown almost enough to lift me.
I'm a dinosaur with Beach in my hourglasspassing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles.
Don't me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals.
Don't me Lucifer and God don't carpool.
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to graduate to with a personalized barstool,
head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a pool.
(Man please) Man
My name stands for my being and my being stands for the who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling.
(Brother sun, moon, mother beautiful)
Yeah, sibling suitable but far from son of excellence.
Beckoneda long time ago I was, to the wishers wish but missers miss, I slept through my appointment.
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies picked a rose.
It wilted the second I introduced as nervous.
Well, it the scars of learning have spoken.
Some are burning, are frozen.
deserve tall tales, some wrote 'em.
Some are just a reprecussion of devotion.
are all of the above 'cause everything leads to erosion.
Now where I live there's a man.
He sits a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet like the music that angels make.
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you the show
him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

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[Aesop
And I ain't any younger.
My knuckles their bruises well.
I've yet to that hunger, but only time can tell.
Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot doll on two Popsicle sticks.
See, your is ambiguity.
My name is something hands 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 it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now.
And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful harvest but artists die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols survival crops, the cycle stops for nothing
The Bible squawks revival as winos by the hundreds to the opening.
Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel but y'all numb from gut fuel.
I eclispe.
know motor like a martyr made motor 'cause a martyr made motor don't quit.
I am an epiphany.
I am webbed mammal channel surfing my way to the top.
Tugboat in a with no holes poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight till that rookie boogie hostile.
Nowthe vehicle is and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
Demoted to crown.
Damn, about numbskull.
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my a rental.
So I take now to say, thank you senorita for holding a flame to a lost wick.
Thank you James Anthony for the on my ego, y'all are family for life,I'll take that bullet to preserve you.
I wanna be something spectacular on the day the sun runs batteries.
Attach my to the casualties of anarchy.
Save my nickels up to buy that man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this...
(I gettin any younger)

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