Fvk Texas

Life so much no longer surprised by it
 Unless I force hard rights on all my nine habits
 Hop of my human sized hyena, drop baggage
 And I shall hone a fist from sunset
 Slowing the roll in my chest
 Full of generally civil unrest
 Whatever less wriggles my neck with nod
 And infects my grad coded relationship
 With shit that steals in from the barb light
 Bright blacks of how I think or don't these days
 Rapping pays very little in the greatest scheme of
 Humans doing it per square inch of internet
 I wonder if years in become less
 The window to the head
 Raw talk I like my presidents dead
 Few weeks ago white lady told me, "I'm allergic to bread."
 I of course blame the cops
 One percent and what a wet eat with lead
 I do death to death and back again with them
 Burlaps sacks full of their flesh
 And I took the best I look
 As I emerged
 Lost in thought
 About how complex the human eye is
 Polling so violent
 But rappers get all the credit
 Go to see a Lion, not the animal that fed it
 Fuck Texas
 Life is an overdriven ballet of
 Banal and incredible exit
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 Fuck Texas (Wear your flag)
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 (Wear your flag)
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