I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my
shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the
jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped
contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge
the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in
quotas X2

My kitchen sink leaks like your itching to speak a
secret 'bout the world spins yet nobody's
pledged allegiance and why? His beaming smile knew
a private agony that burns And when the children
met divinity I sat to watch the merge It goes
pandemonium live Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up
volunteer tantrums while your playin summin vivid
Play your sympathy card till the misery clash And
a basket case is in a classless matrix with
elastic stitches

Raggin a bag of lonely poem remnants Short of
breath like you're short of fresh You're a
portable mess Carpetbagger spearheading tear
peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans Trying
to dismiss those pioneering their fortunes
You're a spectacle Pushin for pedagogue lacin up
paper weights walkin on stilts talking You touched
the hand of God and I'm like What are all these
evils that plagued the hearts of man by sweet
talking border patrol until they fold and let them
in You got your life in a basket before you could
say instant classic Like the king of the mountain
requires a boost I'll bury the hook in my belly
just to volunteer at live aid clinics For the
thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 bloody lips,
spittin Beanstalk, chalking outlines before
figures fly Walking uphill trying to get down
Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch
darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry*
circuit board breaker Service in the greater half
of nature See money go wild shook when the
exploitation incubated lovely Warmingly *piggy
leader* colony to comfort Numb enough to deny the
sin pins and evil needles even punctured Till he
wont define his TOURNIQUET STILL FUNCTIONS

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shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the
jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped
contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge
the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in
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Burn burn em mostly Stuck unplucking plumage out
the poultry Soaking in bulk on a sofa with ductape
upholstery Dirty doc stellar space medic Stoned by
the commoners for glowing Psuedo bloaters * buy
them beats till bloated* Happy trail hitchhikers
guide to spanning oblivion Complete with a
thankless 9-5 chapter You can sign your life after
the facts Wicked soldiers pickin with buddy system
logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders,
pivot All in a days breath I guess Sandman hit up
or shatter a day when television run over baboon
heart transplants Sketching a glass partially
empty till their hand cramps With a iceman dance
(?) and stand with a (?) But maybe I do Yeah yeah
maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game before
the machine ate my quarter I mean absorbing
attention's a must You don't wanna be overlooked
Yeah but you don't wanna be looked over too much
One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who
crashed boats and the angels who never hit a bad
note when harmonising I'm an armour plated
farmer I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for
the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues
Dense, spreads like new names at the writers bench
Either you drink it or sink it, coz there ain't
no sitting on the fence You make me chuckle child,
it's hells kitchen now, miss Recognize your life
is merely bait for bigger fish

I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my
shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the
jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped
contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge
the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in
quotas X4

Encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2