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[Aesop
Yo, change the channel.
I burn a candle.
the flame fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample.
We them cats talking behind that New York trash heap where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep.
And it's the work of versus piggy badge flashers training generation fallout.
Waterfall, bricklayer, crawl 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 have grown almost enough to me.
I'm a dinosaur Jones Beach in my hourglasspassing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles.
Don't tell me you ain't the that held the match to the charcoals.
Don't tell me and God don't carpool.
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to graduate to life a personalized barstool,
in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool.
(Man please) Man
My stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling.
(Brother sun, sister moon, beautiful)
Yeah, middle sibling 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 solidifyand a rose.
It the second I introduced myself as nervous.
Well, it the scars of learning have spoken.
Some are burning, are frozen.
Some tall tales, some wrote 'em.
are just a brutal reprecussion of devotion.
Mine are all of the above 'cause everything to erosion.
Now I live there's a homeless man.
He sits upon a
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music angels make.
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you the show
Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya to hear his horn blow like this

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[Aesop
And I getting any younger.
My wear their bruises well.
I've yet to lose that hunger, but only can tell.
Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify voodoo doll on two Popsicle sticks.
See, your is ambiguity.
My name is something hands can't hold but hearts part 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, don't guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock
block survival crops, the cycle 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 but y'all numb from gut fuel.
I eclispe.
Ain't know motor like a martyr made motor 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 rookie boogie graduated hostile.
Nowthe vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my ran outta helium.
to thorn crown.
Damn, about numbskull.
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my a rental.
So I this 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 for life,I'll take that bullet to preserve you.
I wanna be something on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
Attach my to the casualties of anarchy.
my nickels 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 gettin any younger)

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