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  1. Amazing world, got a message from a Caucasian girl
  2. She asked “how you doin, you do drugs and such?”
  3. Said no, blocked her, forgot about it, got lunch
  4. Sharpened my fade, powdered my neck
  5. Old school style, got an old dude type smile
  6. Residue on my black shirt, I puff it up
  7. White dust in the air, let it settle on the cusp
  8. Of the sink, poured myself a kettle made drink
  9. Green tea, ready for the day, new ways to think
  10. Slick like a mink, hair done, looking distinct
  11. My instincts are pure, inside we’re all pink
  12. My thinking is endured from the dear ink
  13. Time for work, started my car, let it warm up
  14. 28 degrees to defrost all that had freeze
  15. My music playing, let the speakers speak
  16. I get in, start revving the engine, left and
  17. Turned the volume up, it’s awesome stuff
  18.  
  19. Something is too perfect, I can’t pin point
  20. Would I be sharper sober, or with a joint
  21. Should I use my finger to point
  22. Or let God summon the oil to anoint?
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  24. Driving a few over the limit, you know what’s up
  25. Bugs splattered on my car window, I brush
  26. I park in the lot, see a man in the corner spark
  27. Around the corner blocks, not far from coroner cars
  28. Not far from the Wake where my great uncle laid
  29. Where my grandfather stayed, unbothered praise
  30. Not too far from there, about 5 minutes away
  31. Is a hospital where many births have taken place
  32. Like Masta Ace: “the worlds at a faster pace”
  33. Meaning during my lowest and at the Wake
  34. Crying over dead bodies, not far from the lake
  35. A family was gleaming from their new child’s face
  36. Kinda crazy, this graphic is painted in my head
  37. Almost fainted but I didn’t, thought about it again
  38. Everything is a cycle, the beginning and end
  39.  
  40. Something is too perfect, I can’t pin point
  41. Would I be sharper sober, or with a joint
  42. Should I use my finger to point
  43. Or let God summon the oil to anoint?
  44.  
  45. Stopped the thoughts, I walk in my work, mind hurt
  46. No popped percs, I stay sober cuz the pills flirt
  47. With death, I caress my life in between my chest
  48. Stand on my legs and flowing like a lil keg
  49. After my shift, I’m out of laughter and shit
  50. I go back to my car, again it’s frozen and stiff
  51. I do what I need to do to reach homeostasis
  52. Heat myself up, my demeanor dry like an Oasis
  53. I get home, now it’s dark, I depart from my car
  54. I march to my front door and look at the stars
  55. Crystal clear black sky, stars give me black eyes
  56. Cuz the thought of space hits me hard every time
  57. So many light years away, a slight fear I’d say
  58. So much abyss, I think I’m nothing to the space
  59. So many galaxies that await for conversation
  60. With no destination, I can’t get my brain straight
  61. When I looked back to the ground, lusting over stars
  62. Lock my car, open the door to my house, I starve
  63. I eat swine, the protein nourishes my genes
  64. I ain’t Muslim so please don’t try to convert me
  65. I shower later, after a hard days labour of making paper
  66. We take it back to the start, washing off the powder
  67. My neck is clean, sparkling body, food devoured
  68. I go back to sleep, count the lions or the sheep
  69. I wake up, damn now everything repeats
  70.  
  71. Something is too perfect, I can’t pin point
  72. Would I be sharper sober, or with a joint
  73. Should I use my finger to point
  74. Or let God summon the oil to anoint?

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