Friday, September 24, 2010

no reason
to (spit it inside you or try'n hide you
from the public
this republic free
as a convict
in his crown, victorious
glorious, if his story has taught us something it's that no man can hang onto something that jumping around the dogg pound out digits like there aint no time freeze in it the frame an eliminate it
that mine type remain within me tried and it's true turn blue then black, then read and freeze frame this ain't a game i shall remain in the top spot 'til then music stop then the fat lady sings. it's aretha. franklin. i been jamin' these c notes. up in the top drawer. the floor just disappeared i swear it did.

thats for you.

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