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[Aesop
Yo, the fucking channel.
I a coma candle.
When the fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample.
We them cats talking noise behind that New York trash heap where the stench of commuter briefcase 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 of my eyelidsso I'm ready now.
(What you for?)
I'm for life in this 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 droid that the match to the charcoals.
Don't me Lucifer and God don't carpool.
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to graduate to life with a barstool,
head in a jar on the desk, feet in a shark pool.
(Man please) Man
My name stands for my being and my stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling.
(Brother sun, moon, mother beautiful)
Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far 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 learning spoken.
are burning, some are frozen.
Some deserve tales, some wrote 'em.
Some are just a brutal of devotion.
Mine are all of the 'cause everything leads to erosion.
Now where I there's a homeless man.
He upon a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that make.
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the
Tell him Aesop sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

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[Aesop
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 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 stick knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it my burning wits for now.
And if I the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops, the stops for nothing
The Bible squawks as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening.
carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all numb from gut fuel.
I eclispe.
Ain't know like a martyr made motor 'cause 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 bottle with no poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight till rookie boogie graduated hostile.
Nowthe vehicle is grandeur and it veered the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
Demoted to crown.
Damn, about numbskull.
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my 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 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 fashion to the 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 born like this...
(I ain't any younger)

*Horn to end*