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[Aesop
Yo, change the channel.
I a coma candle.
the flame fades, consider my flat line 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 versus piggy badge flashers training generation fallout.
Waterfall, bricklayer, pincushion 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 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 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 with a personalized barstool,
head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a 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, moon, mother beautiful)
Yeah, sibling suitable but far from son of excellence.
Beckoneda long time ago I was, to where the wishers wish but missers miss, I slept my appointment.
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidifyand a rose.
It wilted the second I myself as nervous.
Well, it the scars of learning have spoken.
Some are burning, are frozen.
Some deserve tales, some wrote 'em.
Some are just a brutal of devotion.
Mine are all of the above 'cause leads to erosion.
Now I live there's a homeless man.
He upon a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music angels make.
Now if you come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to his horn blow like this

*Horn

Rock]
And I getting any younger.
My knuckles their bruises well.
I've yet to lose that hunger, but 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 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 crops, the cycle stops for nothing
The Bible squawks as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening.
Scarlet carpets the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all numb from 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.
in a bottle 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 over the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
Demoted to crown.
Damn, talk numbskull.
I was born bound to a called symmetry but my energy's a rental.
So I take this now to say, thank you 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 that bullet to preserve you.
I wanna be something on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
my fashion to the casualties of anarchy.
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn, then sit up on his as a witness to beauty born like this...
(I gettin any younger)

*Horn samples to