Thursday, October 3, 2013

it's a new look i'm trying (remix)

i guess this is the one that i hold onto,
there was so many more 
but for some reason i just forgot
from time to time we all need someone 
       to,
remind you should write the answers in ink…
       a tragedy bitch’s brew so poisonous it causes Miles Davis & the pastor to rethink

the homeless man rant
 with diamonds buried underneath the gibberish,
Laced with intellect x illiterish 

my ears ain't so good at tellin' the difference no more

remember the man that followed the trail of ripped out pages to his own salvation,
heard foxy brown sing and decided never to cum back

an Untrained track void of any symbols that could
or signify what should’(vebeendone)
but all know who will 
     Once the songs been sung by spoiled stomachs
Can anyone it be undone once the hunger leaves 
road maps of chewed up bones to the dream deferred 
      Then found, by
grace of fortunes kiss on an stroke of unintent
Let Serendipity express displeasure in the room full 
of treasure hunters asking where the procrastination 
             Led them astray


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