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[Aesop
Yo, the fucking 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 where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep.
And it's the work of zig-zaggers versus badge flashers training 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 this 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 and bags of marbles.
Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the to the charcoals.
tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool.
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to graduate to life 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, sister moon, beautiful)
Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far son of excellence.
long time ago I was, to where the wishers wish but missers miss, I slept through my appointment.
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidifyand a rose.
It wilted the I introduced myself as nervous.
Well, it appears the scars of have spoken.
are burning, some are frozen.
Some deserve tall tales, wrote 'em.
Some are just a reprecussion of devotion.
Mine are all of the above everything leads to erosion.
Now I live there's a homeless man.
He sits a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that make.
Now if you ever come and me, I suggest you watch the show
Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya to hear his horn blow like this

*Horn

[Aesop
And I ain't any younger.
My knuckles wear bruises well.
I've yet to that hunger, but only time can tell.
Prodigal sun 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 hands can't hold but hearts ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now.
And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee harvest but starving artists die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops, the cycle 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 rugburn but y'all from gut fuel.
I eclispe.
Ain't know motor like a martyr made motor 'cause a martyr made don't quit.
I am an epiphany.
I am webbed foot 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 grandeur and it veered over the the second my halo ran outta helium.
Demoted to crown.
Damn, about numbskull.
I was bound to a stencil called symmetry but my energy's a rental.
So I take now to say, thank you senorita for holding a flame to a lost wick.
Thank you Anthony for the band-aids on my ego, y'all are family for life,I'll take that bullet to preserve you.
I be something spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
Attach my to the casualties 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 like this...
(I ain't any younger)

*Horn to end*