As i begin to transcend...my ebony mind rewrites the fictional shit..
tapped into your eardrums listening spot..rainbow filled world in which
we reside..constitutional bearing bullshit..of a "67"sit down busride...
aside from being chastised about a mahogany skinned-toned silouette thats tired..
Of being me..lost in the midst of mine eyes...caloused filled hands branded for passin times
And a neck filled with jagged beauty marks from a thing called..The Nuse Of Love
A poverty filled mouth of a soul emptied..rib rising anger management classes failed
And barebacked asses stairin back at my glarin eyes...life as it unfolds
Sought out..And soon Dies...
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