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[Aesop
Yo, change the channel.
I burn a candle.
When the flame fades, consider my 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 piggy flashers training generation 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 and my wings have 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 that the match to the charcoals.
Don't tell me and God don't carpool.
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to to life with a personalized barstool,
in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool.
(Man please) Man
My name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the 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 where the wish but missers miss, I slept through my appointment.
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand solidifyand picked a rose.
It wilted the I introduced myself as nervous.
Well, it appears the scars of have spoken.
are burning, some are frozen.
Some tall tales, some wrote 'em.
are just a brutal reprecussion of devotion.
Mine are all of the above 'cause leads to erosion.
Now I live there's a homeless man.
He sits a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound the music that angels make.
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you the show
him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

*Horn

[Aesop
And I getting any younger.
My knuckles wear bruises well.
I've yet to lose hunger, but only time can tell.
Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify voodoo doll on two Popsicle sticks.
See, name 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 with a pointed 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 die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock
block survival crops, the cycle stops for nothing
The Bible squawks revival as flock by the hundreds to the opening.
Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all from gut fuel.
I eclispe.
Ain't know motor like a 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 with no holes in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam in limelight till that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
Nowthe vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my ran outta helium.
to thorn crown.
Damn, talk 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 holding a flame to a 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 on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
my fashion to the casualties of anarchy.
Save my nickels up to buy homeless 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 to end*