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

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[Aesop
And I ain't any younger.
My knuckles wear bruises well.
yet to lose that hunger, but only time can tell.
Prodigal sun with a wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two Popsicle sticks.
See, name is ambiguity.
My name is hands can't hold but hearts part ocean scapes 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 day, still it calms my burning wits for now.
And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so I set my for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops, the cycle for nothing
The Bible squawks revival as winos by the hundreds to the opening.
Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all numb gut fuel.
I eclispe.
Ain't know motor like a made motor 'cause a martyr made motor don't quit.
I am an epiphany.
I am webbed mammal channel surfing my way to the top.
Tugboat in a bottle with no poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
Nowthe vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the my halo ran outta helium.
to thorn crown.
Damn, about numbskull.
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my a rental.
So I take this now to say, thank you senorita for holding a to a lost wick.
you James Anthony 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 on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
my fashion to the casualties of anarchy.
Save my nickels up to buy that man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this...
(I ain't any younger)

*Horn to end*