forged a new, area, to rest here, i jester hat
to jingle small songs in the winter fear not
assumed locked when the folders came,
color coordinated for a frozen brain
stuck in time, sitting cross legged on july 7th
getting lost headed to reside devin by the stripes
covering hindsight
after all of that, took the songs to brians hideout and
cried the rhyme out, to do the strong act
how do they dawn that?
mikes car was getting towed while i was spitting flows
took a bunch and then itook a punch and then learned i had the syllables
to keep a feeling full, drat, i mis used it
for my next trick out of giraffe i pull a new trip
can’t refute it, my ping pong stoner days
still the same game even with the paper overlay
can’t refute it, my ping pong stoner days
still the same game even with the paper overlay
i was on the seawall thinking free fall
at free will, i skate there at sunrise to take time
and see all and be lil,
arthur and pats memorial red door open
policies have changed since the shores frozen
i was bored hoping i could rap if i dodged the task
I’ve explored globe and
came back to the lobster shack
to find it was closed im minding my own
for now on, time zones are resided to shows
giraffe track to stopping when i find the page
and now there’s a time delay with sound
my eye display rounded to the edges with some home depot decor
i see more from ledges, but holes seem more deeper
i’m just a little person
one person in the sea
of many little people
who are unaware of me
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Puissant théâtre de sensations , de mondes furtifs et partagés
Ces sons habitent les espaces aveugles de la perception là où l'autre raison chemine eleie