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[Aesop
Yo, change the channel.
I a coma candle.
When the fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample.
We them cats talking noise behind that New York trash heap where the stench of commuter replaces a bad sleep.
And it's the work of zig-zaggers versus piggy badge flashers training fallout.
Waterfall, bricklayer, crawl out.
There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my I'm ready now.
(What you for?)
I'm ready for life in city and my wings have grown almost enough to lift me.
I'm a dinosaur Jones Beach in my hourglasspassing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles.
Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the to the charcoals.
Don't tell me Lucifer and God carpool.
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to to life with a personalized barstool,
in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool.
(Man please) Man
My name for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling.
(Brother sun, sister moon, beautiful)
Yeah, sibling suitable but far from son of excellence.
Beckoneda time ago I was, to where the wishers wish but missers miss, I slept through my appointment.
Saw the liquid of a thousand babies solidifyand picked a rose.
It wilted the second I myself as nervous.
Well, it the scars of learning have spoken.
Some are burning, are frozen.
Some deserve tall tales, some 'em.
Some are a brutal reprecussion of devotion.
are all of the above 'cause everything leads to erosion.
Now I live there's a homeless man.
He sits a crate
Yeah, He makes a trumpet sound like the music that angels make.
Now if you ever and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
Tell him Aesop sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

*Horn

Rock]
And I getting any younger.
My knuckles their bruises well.
I've yet to lose that hunger, but only can tell.
Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two sticks.
See, your is ambiguity.
My name is something hands can't hold but hearts part ocean scapes to watch the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a stick knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now.
And if I plow the fields, that guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops, the cycle for nothing
The Bible squawks revival as flock by the hundreds to the opening.
Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all from gut fuel.
I eclispe.
know motor like a martyr made motor 'cause a martyr made motor don't quit.
I am an epiphany.
I am foot mammal channel surfing my way to the top.
Tugboat in a bottle no holes poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
Nowthe vehicle is and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
Demoted to crown.
Damn, about numbskull.
I was born to a stencil called symmetry but my energy's a rental.
So I take this now to say, you senorita for holding a flame to a lost wick.
Thank you James for the band-aids on my ego, y'all are family for life,I'll take that bullet to preserve you.
I wanna be something spectacular on the day the sun runs batteries.
Attach my to the casualties of anarchy.
Save my nickels up to buy homeless man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this...
(I gettin any younger)

*Horn samples to