The goons misinterpreted the meaning of the booster shot
Hemoglobin stains on the Enyce marked the coup d'etat
Shed more than what the cost was meant for
We met up at the strangest time
With commune dwelling felons
Licks hit more literate
RIF running advocates
Real magicians
That could make you disappear
Even with the priors
Prize the fresh soil
Four our cattails and peonies
Fight for what we know now
No stone refused
For building up the cinderblock food co-op
Get surprised
Dues in down payment to the Target
It's not a uniform
That's a Red-shirt on the Enterprise
Boone locked
Hatching advantageous plays to mourn
Still lost our common sense
Yup it run a risk
Hammers in the garden
Staking out the trellis
And some hoes of another ilk
The end is sympathetic to the means of fusing differing approach
Some will chop you down and some will make you grow
Summer not around at all
Some are not around
When others ain't in tow
I hazard they okay
To do it on they own
Nak go where the propagation start
Incubated in the Bronx
Sons of Southern Comfort and one
Caribbean immigrant who urge
Quotidian art
Power of observation to the front
Unlead ebony gloss
Fuel like unleaded
Through the pipeline
Redirect the school to prison
Pivot plausibly
The blue collar sweat the same
Irrespective where it's from
Every brick laid pull us up
There go the tautology
Follow transmitted signals like
Nodes on a flow chart
It's meta with the VR data
This Big Shell on his dome dark
Caught a whiff of violence
Saw the way folks part
And which side
Of the road walked
Intentions mixed
Communal health
And narratives of revenge
To stretch through
Identify
Oppressive forces like Tengu
Demons to slay
Where we end moves
No Yaiba, Kimetsu
Home base smelled of wisteria bouquets
At its onset
now its broken particles
In sachets for broader context
Use the platform
No me diga "obvio"
The theory of a feast
Descending is a myth
We flip the axis
To The X
And try to cut the cortisol
We'll be happy when we fed
From what we own
Lapis on us so Vaporeon
Cyanotype chronicles
Of loosening our necks
Preemptive death row records
Put crimson where we swept to
Thin cuban gold
And black turtlenecks
Tees often airbrushed
With monikers
Too young to commemorate
We need new offers
Get that young man a proper office
The village need Babas and doctors
Altar fabricators
Bodycheck
Essential workers
Clutched it
The flow an extension
Emphasized by the drumsticks
Set it up and let my
Niggas do they jobs
Unobstructed
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