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Here is a collection of poems by the Russian poet and engineer Konstantin Voskresenskiy, who is known to Russian and English-speaking audiences
someone to talk to (ya)
My two best friends text me individually
Our trio groupchat is just me sending memes
We'd swore we'd take over the world together
Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause
I'm so stressed and all I here is "fuck the world" [Repeat: x2]
[Ludacris]
Man
Hear the silent screams, feel the fright
When reality's illusion, which is right
Finally...James Dean and two drag queens
Chaperoned by Miss Norma Jean
In my heart it is everything
In my head it is nothing
In reality, I'm not
In reality, I'm not
In my heart it is everything
In my head it is nothing
Hook
Uh Judge me by my color of blood not my
Skin or race we seen what that reality does
Judge me by my color of blood we all
People we all equal
I need her to swallow some pride
All that I'm hearing is lies
I'm slipping between her thighs
Looking deep inside of her eyes
Dusty, brown no sign
I'm better off in the game flippin kicks like Judo
Or out somewhere pimpin getting money by the two hoes
That's why I'm in the lab with The Product
two to tango
You call this a lame flow you bought the shit
I guess you to blame too I just found the angle
No more reality flow I'm tryna time my
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs
a thing or two that they don't want us to know
They leave us in a lost reality it's time to act, Now
This is the way of the warrior desperately leading
Because deep down he claims onto the need for power
But reality he's a coward
Ultimately he's scared to die
And sometimes so am I
But when I'm in tune
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if I want, I can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone
to waste, to rot and mold
Driven by another world, left behind, forgotten, sold
A lost soul that's dead inside, his virus is his sadness
Drug induced, used,
Sleepwalking and we're almost at the cliff
We steady losing ground
Since we barely have a grip
This reality we've made
Just a maze to keep us caged
craft! Possess by the demon writing sense from sin going insane nobody seen...
My word is unspoken like cocaine on taking. cooking to serve the world food
by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
Can't pretend de love gone but de truth is I done move on
To loving me
And muh loving feel so
free
Singing out loud
Somewhere in the bar
Analog cameras
With full of memories
Chorus
Blinded by the days
I can’t see the change is coming
Deep deep In Your Shallow heart
Give a stroke to your work of art
Fall asleep in your shallow parts
Now who's leader here
I followed Garvey by textbook
with me
The whole world’s waiting on what we could be
Honey can’t you see this is meant to be?
My all time favourite new reality yeah-hea
One two three
slim thick or thick you a 10 like 2 nickels tho
This that Betty, Malcolm love, By Any means for this love
Love is love, what is love, love is Us, yo
would you use a knowledge of everything?
Would you know everything that is be in the same oneness with your reality?
Well then nothing else could exist
inhale deep, devils have em
Stagnant, a trapping, the .45 magnum
And shatter bone fragments
Cops love the block you gettin backed up by Dragnet
Thrown
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