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

*Horn

[Aesop
And I getting any younger.
My knuckles wear bruises well.
I've yet to lose hunger, but only time can tell.
Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two sticks.
See, name is ambiguity.
My name is something hands hold but hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
It's like a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits 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 revival as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening.
Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but 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 mammal channel surfing my way to the top.
Tugboat in a bottle with no holes poked in the
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight till that boogie graduated hostile.
Nowthe vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my halo ran helium.
Demoted to crown.
Damn, about numbskull.
I was born bound to a called symmetry but my energy's 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 bullet to preserve you.
I wanna be spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
Attach my fashion to the of anarchy.
Save my up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this...
(I ain't any younger)

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