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[Aesop
Yo, the fucking channel.
I burn a candle.
When the flame fades, consider my flat a soldier sample.
We them cats talking noise behind that New York trash heap where the stench of briefcase replaces a bad sleep.
And it's the work of zig-zaggers versus piggy badge flashers training fallout.
Waterfall, bricklayer, crawl out.
There's smoke in my iris, but I 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 serial coloring books and bags of marbles.
Don't me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals.
tell me Lucifer 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 name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to the seedling.
(Brother sun, sister moon, beautiful)
Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far 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 babies solidifyand picked a rose.
It wilted the second I myself as nervous.
Well, it appears the scars of learning spoken.
Some are burning, are frozen.
Some deserve tall tales, wrote 'em.
Some are a brutal reprecussion of devotion.
Mine are all of the above everything leads to erosion.
Now where I live there's a man.
He sits a crate
Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound the music that angels make.
Now if you come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

*Horn

Rock]
And I ain't any younger.
My wear their bruises well.
I've yet to that hunger, but only time can tell.
Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two Popsicle sticks.
See, name is ambiguity.
My name is something hands can't but hearts 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
block survival crops, the cycle stops for nothing
The Bible squawks revival as winos 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.
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 bottle with no holes poked in the
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight till that rookie 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 symmetry but my energy's a rental.
So I take now to say, thank you senorita for holding 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 wanna be spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
Attach my to the casualties of anarchy.
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn, sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this...
(I gettin any younger)

*Horn samples to