Wednesday, November 23, 2011


So cumbersome too
is the weight i carry for you
along with the songs I've sung
and the rhymes I've spun
like turn tables I scratch
the tiny surface of one.
The gobbledeegook of ones soul is to me
like the faintest discovery, revolutionarily agreed
Cuz I too can fake a lie
and no matter what you think, no matter how hard you try
your mind inside this universe is but a hair on a fly
wing it like a co-friend
the one who stands right near
cuz you'll never be able to wield this weapon you call a spear

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