consider my flatline a soldier's sample
We them cats talkin' noise behind
Where the stench of commuter briefcase
And it's (what) worker zig- zagers versus
Training generation fallout
But I painted a sunny day on
the insides of my eyelids
So I'm ready now (what you
I'm ready for life in this city
And my wings have grown almost
I'm a dinosaur with Jones
Passing the time with serial killer coloring
books and bags of marbles
Don't tell me you ain't the droidthat held
the match to the charcoals
Don't tell me Lucifer and God

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Get nowI'm not trying to graduate life
at the personalized bar stool
Head in a jar with a desk,
feet dangling in a shark pool
My name stands for my being
And my being stands for the
And braved the storm could
Brother, sun, sister, moon,
Yeah, middle sibling suitable but
far from son of excellence
Back in the long time ago,
I was to way the wishes wish
I slept through my appointment (man)
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand
And picked the rose, it wilted
Well it appears the scars of
Some are burning, some are frozen
Some are just a brutal repercus
Mine are all of the above,
'cause everything leads to erosion
He sits upon a crate (yeah)
He makes a rusty trumpet sound like
the music that angels make
Now if you ever come and visit me,
I suggest you watch the show
Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like
And I ain't getting any younger
My knuckles wear their bruises well
I've yet to lose that hunger (oh)
Prodigal son with a prodigal wish
to sew that prodigal stitch
And crucify bigot voodoo doll
See your name is ambiguity
But hearts part oceanscapes 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 calls my burning wits for now
And if I plow the fields,
that don't guarantee plentiful harvest
But starving artists die,
I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops the cycle stops
The bible's carp revivalist
winos flock by the hundreds
scarlet carpets greeting their duel (oh)
Leading the stubborn mule
But y'all numb from gut fuel
there ain't no motor like a martyr- made motor
'Cause a martyr- made motor
Channel surfing my way to the top
With no holes poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight
Till that rookie boogie graduated
And the vehicle is grandeur and it
damn talk about numbskull
I was born bound to a sten
So I take this now to say
Thank you, senorita behold
ing a flame to a lost wick
Thank you James Anthony for
Y'all are family for life
I'll take that bullet to preserve you
I wannna be something spectacular
On the day the sun runs outta batteries
Save my nickels up to buy that home
less man a brand new horn
Then sit up on his crate as
I witness the beauty born like this