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[Aesop
Yo, the fucking channel.
I burn a candle.
When the flame fades, my flat line a soldier sample.
We them talking noise behind that 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 training fallout.
Waterfall, bricklayer, pincushion out.
smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelidsso I'm ready now.
(What you for?)
I'm ready for life in this city and my wings grown almost enough to lift me.
I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglasspassing the time with killer coloring books and bags of marbles.
Don't tell me you ain't the droid held the match to the charcoals.
tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool.
(This is our school)
I'm not to graduate to life with a personalized barstool,
head in a jar on the desk, dangling in a shark pool.
(Man please) Man
My name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and the storm to raise the seedling.
(Brother sun, sister moon, beautiful)
Yeah, middle 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 babies solidifyand picked a rose.
It wilted the I introduced myself as nervous.
Well, it appears the of learning have spoken.
Some are burning, are frozen.
Some deserve tall tales, wrote 'em.
Some are just a reprecussion of devotion.
Mine are all of the above 'cause everything to erosion.
Now where I live there's a man.
He sits a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty sound like the music that angels make.
Now if you ever come and visit me, I you watch the show
Tell him Aesop sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

*Horn

[Aesop
And I getting any younger.
My knuckles their bruises well.
I've yet to that hunger, but only time can tell.
Prodigal sun with a prodigal to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two Popsicle sticks.
See, name is ambiguity.
My name is something hands can't hold but hearts part ocean scapes just to the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a stick 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 plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so I set my alarm for five
Idols survival crops, the cycle stops for nothing
The Bible squawks as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening.
Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all numb gut fuel.
I eclispe.
Ain't know motor like a martyr made 'cause a martyr made motor don't quit.
I am an epiphany.
I am foot 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 that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
Nowthe vehicle is grandeur and it veered the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
to thorn crown.
Damn, about numbskull.
I was born bound to a stencil 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 James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego, y'all are family for life,I'll take that bullet to you.
I wanna be something spectacular on the day the sun outta batteries.
my fashion 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 ain't any younger)

*Horn samples to