BLACK TEA

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PINK JASPER

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Black tea
black table set
Crowded stairways
Walls paper thin
Open windows
Got a latch with grit
It's always fucking dark
Can't see shit ahead
Sparse ass kitchen
Wit a sour ass living room
Busted up table
Wit a nice ass cushion
Really ain't stable
Everything keep creaking
Probably busted
By the party's in the evening
Large red stains
Dirty ash beige carpet
Constant pains
Aching structural degradation
The glass like dirt
And the tile like obsidian
Give it ten years
Bet this place will cost a million
Got to go forth for the big man though
They like free men less the cash come slow
Less we lining up they pockets kids we better go and hop it
Guess we too comfortable we must go home
Over the moon
This a vacation
Keep it all true
Ya We ain't waiting
The plane takes trip like it's skipping cross the pond
Back home where your lil ass belong
See simply put it was out of our control
We had all mistook the cards we were thrown
This ain't a damn choice it's the life I've led
Sometimes when it come up sheets feel different in bed
Misled
Mistrusted
I guess it fucked me up royally
It dusted
Wavering
Hope
God knows
I kept it
But if all the same
You don't know my perspective
So please don't tell me who
The f*ck I am
I don't take it as a quip
when you say f*ck my land
In fact it's fairly comical
Cuz you don't know who
You is
And know treat me as abnormal
Cuz my past make sense
See my path different
Walk on glass and wince
See your path ignorant
Surprised yo pops tapped shit
Bitch imma whole lotta prick
Mixed with class and grit
F*ck this governmental system
They always asking with
Nothing to follow
Swear this land still hollow
Wonder why that is skeletal culture
Buried underneath dirt and sand
You living vultures moving in
With no common sense boy how poignant
Over the moon
This a vacation
Keep it all true
Ya We ain't waiting
The plane takes trip like it's skipping cross the pond
Back home where your lil ass belong
I don't mean to be dramatic
In fact this a way to express my manic
I don't wanna close doors or burn all bridges
I just wanna state that this ain't consistent
See everyone been living different
Everybody have an image
We all think we special even though we all the same
Yet all the sameness causes kinks in the chain
And all is painless until someone pokes yo pain
Open wounds left by monsoons of the consumed
People coming on voyages
Just for hope truth
Numbers adding up calculating brains
Entering an island or two
Same same but different
But when we all a corpse
Composition same description
Yet it's all twisted cuz we read different scripture
Now tell me whos your god when you lower in your grave
I just think it's different when we thinking all the same
Over the moon
This a vacation
Keep it all true
Ya We ain't waiting
The plane takes trip like it's skipping cross the pond
Back home where your lil ass belong

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