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posted Tuesday, January 02, 2018 2:05:22 PM    Click Here to See the Profile for mcfuck
There were Giants till, they remember pain

Gas lit compliancy pills, still December rain

Train of thought ambush, torrential still

Like still born fallen, grandparental will

Stronger than familial, bond the runaway

Games till she broken, upon the one way

Blond on a runway, model citizen someday

She linger in their looks, she needs this someway

Volunteer herself until her health is near

She broken I said, her health is unclear

She needs tested, no respite, she predicate my blood-work

Requirements still, I dedicate my drug search

For remedy, until the melody is unfamiliar

Comedy familial, like inside jokes killing you

Softly, and often willing you beyond self

Ugly reflection of your worst things, well

Have you rectified all lies told interior

Or will you stack same lies across thoughts inferior

Order achieved, you are what you said

Even though it was just in head, it was not born dead


On the end of a road without end, flesh out and send

Justify your rendering, bend will just to mend some things

I cant control my emotions, don’t mention me. Emote with me.

These are callbacks from thoughts tall that

Made me miss the first time like ball bats

Strike like writers guilds when they fall back

Expose talent on the bench I guess falls back

Seasons change, reason wane, waxing strange

Motivations aged, until wrinkles expose veins

Varicose, not rare but most get them, risen up

These blue highways of life, just given up

Spill rivulets into forbidden cups, bedridden wants.

In crib for months, like four months present

And accounted for in my sore presence

Should blend in with the bored peasants

Quit wanting more like oranged presidents

Lending there vitriol to core questions

When answers would take more or less lessons

Check the stepson, perseverance and sweat then

Many piles of shit moved for sheer efforts when

It was just as fine to let them die with the pheasants

Foul, unheard of forever, no legends in the leper

No nike, reebok, supreme or glass slipper, im wetter

Due to my shoe strings, loosed around my mood swings

Call it summer in my playground, small slights overlooked

Then you call out, an out call, but all nights over booked

Over took, in race and relation, a covered book, opened

Hoping by the end of last chapters, afterwards coping

With loss of toros energy sequence, balance in shined sequins

Mined bitcoins, opened minds with timed opinions

Rhyme insinuates, they crack open minds of minions

Dimes, we spend them, marry them and cherish them

Call back like last bars, look twice they perishing

Parishioner styling nicer than spoiled herring

My hearing is buzzed cant cap the blaring’

Horns of victory, staring at my coins in eye wary then

Tired when, we desired them to carry us

Buried us, under false pretense of value

Ascertained in the narrow, recess of what have you

Nothing. Now something happens and you pining

Opinion whining, opinionated timing reminding

You to find things in the pinion and binding

Disrobe the context and allow shallow me next

To creep in, reach in and sieze terror, freeze error, these threats

Freeze me, frozen in a chosen stance of heat index and stress

Im leased opinion in a crows crown, windows and windex simplex

10 out of 10, would spit again, clean grips will bend

Wills sent to ill, camp and back to back and back to friends.

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