she said my old shit was a squad my new shit is a navy this is not meant to be alternative but demonstrative my old shit was a forest my new shit is an ocean this is not meant to be alternative but demonstrative this is not meant to be alternative but demonstrative tender discovery wonder &ambiguity woo

so we ball so hard these niggas wanna fine us tax and rewind us these niggas ain't niggas these niggas hate niggas these niggas rape niggas shit, jail and break niggas ain't no safe niggas where you stay nigga oh it's in the slum? i think they think you're dumb i think they we lost i think they think we're lost i think they think that we can't think they anything but the boss i think that that's the cost of murder in disguise since before my life they been after my dough they been after my home i feel it in bones my grandparents are ghosts and they ain't even dead can't ask what's in they head just know what's in their looks don't show up in they books so throw away them books and pick up all your fire go cripple the beast by shooting in out its tires we will go from dirt to spikes to lights from the dark ay rest in peace to Zyed Benna and Bouna Traoré we just some niggas in paris we just some niggas in paris it's just too hard for me to bear it it's just too hard for me to bear it london

one: [444] 444 a dream with a stuttering ailment planes gain crooked, and i have too but you could kiss a plant every day to keep it alive and you know that you just don't believe it two: [the Hercules Crashes] the Hercules crashes & your insides become communal everyone's streams bursting out of them to make an ocean to grafitti the metal. some of your bones aren't with you anymore: bedfellows with your bedfellows. bursting. bursting. bursting! your living life was just an coccoon for this universal masterwork. you're free to go, now. three: [still kill] I want your rest to come easier and last longer let's do it for a long time! a lot! also, I wanna be your still kill when the sinew is being pulled from my abdomen you will be tasting it on your tongue! my human, to yours your body will process mine I've spent much time deliberating, stressing, trying to "find myself" gauge "contributions" input/output: <to lie or to not lie?> <does that lie make me posion?> <does that friend?> <where am i & where is natural history going to be?> <will we remember each other?> cuz: “God” is in the image of us cuz: your body will process mine it will find what is good, best, and I will help you ["you'r my hevenn"] I have been so healthy so that I can be so healthful! I wish you could see my smile right now! And: it will find what is garbage of me. ["UR my helll"] And: when you shit me out I want you to leave half in your favorite forest and half in the front lawn of my mom's (it's at 8218 S. Fairfield) I will be quiet but: I will be screaaaaaaming from your muscles from your jump shot from you being able to fuck incessantly with someone else you love (or: whatever!) and be a lil less tired I want your rest to come easier. all my art are just facsimiles of mountains, of coves, of joy, of your actual physical being. Once: because I was stupid, I wanted to die & be put in a box. Humans are afraid to give themselves to this world (The world). animals are not. Once: because I was stupid, I was afraid of death... when my death is inside you, when your hands are caressing a child or a tree branch… why, i get emotional just thinking about it

there's a man in a car with his wife two men in the front seat stopped at a light the two other men are his brother and his friend the man grabs the door and tries to jump out again everybody all yells and struggle ensues something long the lines of "I'm trying to help you" something long the lines of "I DON'T NEED SHIT" the man's pulled back and the driver hits it when i was six i decided tattoos weren't for me cuz when i hit twenty five i'd split from my life in the Chi and just wear all white in the desert i'm staring at the words on your back realizing that i still feel like that my arms are shaking and my mouth is running and i can't tell no more where the words are landing x i will let you my lock my doors i've thrashed against the hoofprints and i'm so tired of that shit cuz all i want ya all i want ya all i want i want is just to dance and sing (badly) x the man has a son who pretty often hears stories like that one where his dad is a manic addict saddled with a burden unmanageable a basketball prodigy married to his high school sweetheart where did the shift down start? and how did that start shift down? will the ghost come touch me now? 'round fifteen i wouldn't touch a drink cuz everything i knew always made me think that a liquid beat'd be the end of me and now i do it nightly and i gotta lot of friends who felt the same as me but i'm a college kid swathed in artistry i just said "swathed" i'm an artist, b! i'm a NIGGA i'm a kid with hardest deepest beliefs set from the get locked in from dreams and the higher i get the more the memories speak to me spiritually am i fulfilling a PROOOOPHECY? i truly believe i could be! but i could be craaazy i am so lazy when it comes to anything but making beats and making LOVE if i get i want what will it ask for in return mom's already concerned might be mom shit but if anyone'd know it's my mom this is my PLEA!: don't stopstop loving me cuz my Me still thinks he's three and we can't trust that nigga can we? x i will let you my lock my doors i've thrashed against the hoofprints and i'm so tired of that shit cuz all i want ya all i want ya all i want i want is just to dance and sing (badly) x ("strange things keep happening") this is my blood i got the power to change everything ("like an old, baby again") this is my blood

'there was a white girl high on xanax drunk out of her mind hooked her arm in mine and decided she wanted to spill her mind told me the difference between me and a nigger and a nigga and it made as much sense to me as whenever I witness dudes defending their usage of bxxxh like "there's Women and there's Them" there's shelters and statistics that show you're full of privlege I mean you're full of shit housewife housenigga i don't mind dick, but that don't mean i'm a faggot- i'm just confused, pops' 'i said i'm tired of these white girls looking at me like i look at all the other black boys' i used to say 'i'm tired of all these white girls looking at me like i look at all the other black boys' i'm in the noose so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm in your boss so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm in your glance so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm in your hands so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm in your home so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm in your bones so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm in your jokes so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm in your hopes ('i know, i know...it's too late...') 'i know, i know you didn't mean it' ('i know, i know...it's too late...') i know, i know you're not racist ('i know, i know...it's too late...') i know you have friends and cousins that are gay ('i know, i know...it's too late...') i know she decided to have sex with you anyway i'm in your self like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm at your self so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm at your self so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") i'm in your health so like ("your cell phone, i'm complex.") what i'm talkin bout y'all it's RACISM

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