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of machines ready to slice your bones clean
You'll be oozing as our bruising makes you fall apart at the seams
Wrecking you 'til you scream and you're losing

The curtains climb to the ceiling, and the lights dim
All eyes on the miles of the shoes I tried to walk in
Maybe once too often, stalked by bitter

and ones
Billie Jean, and she think I'm the one
Too clean, can't be hangin' with bums
Whole crew, and we fitted like rugs
You want the TV, got Roku
Slide in

i give the fist
Got the keys to a hot track show me
Circle back last line was the fifth
Put ya hands out sucker you owe me
Blow you off like a candle

the kids washed and t-shirts clean?
like your weekly with men's magazines
october

by noon it's a sure thing that tempers will rise
as the first of the kegs

pride 
It wasn't wrong but it wasn't right for me 
 
We weren't the kind to dress up clean 
But I bought a shirt and you bought a ring 
It wasn't wrong

ANYBODY'S GUESS

The orange METS™ T-Shirt from 1969
Is now a grease rag in my truck
Like all the precious things I used to say
I couldn't live

Polterzeitgeist

Sage Francis

Li(f)e

2010

bones
And it flows through the back roads of arteries.
Genetic mammary fights technology
Administered by moral midgets
This picket signs in my eyes

when I'm under
Water, stones and sticks I'm
Doors they're breaking bones that shatter
Think I'm down but I'm climbing faster

I've tasted dirt
On my

I'm not him, I'm not last, I'm not first
No wearing your mask in class, it won't work
In this cold ass shelter
Home with long shirts
Tryna find

I Am

Deep Dickollective

The Famous Outlaw League of Proto-Negroes

2004

times a hundred million bones be
Fresh and clean from four hindred years in saline
Gallons of tears for fears, pulling up the rear, hay baling

In

Stormy weather, better go get an umbrella
Or get hit by some fella’s guts sailing
Beat chunks cover the street up
Gotta wait for trash day for the clean

Pot smoking, quite apart from being illegal
Is a problem
The psychological dependency generated by pot
Is probably it's greatest danger
Plus the fact

you've lost road I'm the source code I am boss mode
Come sit at my feet imma teach you that I'm the last poet
I am father

Father son and holy ghost
Gimme

or fiend
Been an outcast since a preteen 
But Im still tight like skinny jeans
Like sanitation I been clean
Bruh, I got gospel in my bones so let me preach

Murder Dem

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

demonstrate
You were last seen gettin' head from a drag queen
Come clean, nigga what, with an 18
The supreme dream team, cash rule and CREAM
While your body

shit by just dying
Fine, I'll find it my own, challenge balancing grown
Folks speaking, delinquent wanna kids get on home
And get your ass off my throne

and my fiance got a kitten
Last time a nigga tried me 
It got him lifted
If you disagree 
Well that's yo opinion
A sore decision 
Getting beat by me 
Is

the rain sweep the interstate
With its torrential downpours
When we awake
We'll find a world swept clean by floods and tidal waves
And the fears of the night

On the floaties down by the river
There lies a man
Avoiding basic tasks
That is my dream
No piece-wise effort
Towards a grandiose future

Guilt, I

not sasuke but I can see you
Mongakyo is on it is time for a redo
Run that thing back just like a clone 
Naruto and Sakura ain't never bone
I am so

step-father always on his throne
Mama always had some bruises
Or some broken bones
Little girl always screamin'
"Leave my mama alone!"
But screamin' never

The villain plants his evil roots
And paints his sea of shiny red
He's found your long last eternal prayer
He's found her in your hidden lair
A clean

painted in a crimson sheen
Rats feasting
Bones picked clean
Not far from the shaft I fell down
Adorned are the gates with hell hounds
Their snarls are held