some piece i did when listening to an instrumental, free thought
hear the drum strum of
montgomery's guitar
how do we put aloe to
invisible scars
im watching scenes with
chasing cars
the negro chasing stars
quack goes the broad
with no sense of direction
insurrection got me narcolepsying
tossing turnin in my sheets
get these sweats when i creep
all black fitted
eyes tinted
waiting for a victim and sentence
no puncture in this awful juncture
mr Münster
consumed in-between the speed
of a sonic boom and fart crowd
cleared room
old dirt swept with the broom
i pray crescent to the moon
regal attitudes for niggas lesser
than me
i wrestle with myself like twisting
the cap for some nestle
bless me
let go
until the next show
sarsaparilla
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