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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 noise behind that New York trash heap where the of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep.
And it's the work of zig-zaggers versus piggy badge 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 city and my wings have grown almost enough to 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 Lucifer and God 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 name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to the seedling.
(Brother sun, moon, mother beautiful)
Yeah, middle sibling but far from son of excellence.
Beckoneda time ago I was, to where 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 second I myself as nervous.
Well, it appears the scars of have spoken.
are burning, some are frozen.
Some tall tales, some wrote 'em.
Some are just a brutal of devotion.
Mine are all of the 'cause everything leads to erosion.
Now I live there's a homeless man.
He sits upon a
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 just to hear his horn blow like

*Horn

Rock]
And I getting any younger.
My knuckles wear 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 bigot doll on two Popsicle sticks.
See, name is ambiguity.
My name is something hands can't hold but part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick knowing the wind'll kill it some day, it calms my burning wits for now.
And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful 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 greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but numb from gut fuel.
I eclispe.
know motor like a martyr made motor 'cause a martyr made motor don't quit.
I am an epiphany.
I am webbed foot channel surfing my way to the top.
Tugboat in a bottle no holes poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam in limelight till that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
Nowthe vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the the second my halo ran outta helium.
to thorn crown.
Damn, about numbskull.
I was born bound to a stencil called but my energy's a rental.
So I take this now to say, thank you senorita for 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 be something spectacular 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 new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this...
(I ain't any younger)

*Horn to end*