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Operators manual
On page sixty-three
Tells me what to do
When you do these things to me
Oh, operators manual
I'd just fall apart without
through
Operators manual
On page sixty-three
Tells me what to do
When you do these things to me
Oh, operators manual
I'd just fall apart without
of you.
Undeveloped polaroids and formatted SD cards, I’m going nowhere on the boulevard.
Oxymorons and idioms fill up my mind and they fill the page
Pop me like a lemon drop
Baby, gon' do that, fine but you knew that
Holla at a man and break me off that Kit Kat
Lookin' so mean with them
one no question
Now check it
Perhaps we can go through Lessons
Or might SHOT me a pussy protestin'
Comin' with that lip professin', you must take
Allah
Here we go again
Knowing that it's time to leave
Alive again
As open doors call out to me
We'll tear the RealPages from their manual
Replace them
with the day,
Wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life
tried my luck
To find the answers
With General Fuck
I’m not courageous
My manual
Has 5000 pages
And I’ve lost them all
Too many questions
I’ve tried my
head
And said it's a shame
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
Spin
a car with a manual transmission
The chances are low to none that I will overcome my bipolar one
Voodoo dolls, I'm just pokin' fun, pins to me are like
to the night
And fully pregnant with the day, with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight
Do you believe in the day?
Do you believe in the day?
Let me
as the sins of the father are fed
with the blood of the fools
and the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song
it, niggas took our manual, tearin' out pages (I know)
Put us on lists and comparin' our greatness
But I'm like Mike, I feel like niggas couldn't ball
gift
Temptation had me by the balls
He sold me a dream, and I fell in
For no reason except I'm a fool
To sign away eternity with one stroke
Yeah, I'm sellin' magazine-formatted pornography out my backpack
It's a Matte Black, brand new with a Jansport knapsack
After I sold all
keeps going on
It's sex my darling
It keeps rolling on
From micro- to macro-
From atoms to galaxies
It's jazz, baby
That's what's going on
From big bang
to explore, I'm not sure
What all the racial war for
It's makin' me more sore
I walk through a color blind corridor
Seekin', for peace in the people I'm
Pee wit a capital P
And don't ever in your life try to rock wit me
On no days there's no rap page I can't top, I
Splash the half-ass trash you
the page
The spell in this book only good for three days
I started my day by digging up graves
Lucky for me grandma saying my grace
Whatever happens I got
Than smoking someone's bones from out the closet
They probably just have decapitated names
Cold-gated scums with that home on the range
Pages
Just reach out
And touch me
A life full of
Sacrifice
From the micro
To the macro
Life
Being all
You can
Without changing
Who you are
Thats right
Micro
With age and neglect a change is thrust
A face of rust flakes to dust
Wake me up to the age simplicity
Before we debunked every strain of infinity
and say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down
the manual
Who am I to take a look
In the pages of the book
Why does it seem so plain to me
And you just can't see
Why is it so real
Is it so evident
Is it
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