You are fond of cigarettes and tobacco leaf. That much is known about the disciplinarian from the likely area of South Chicago. You brought your iron poetic steez again this time with crisply written lines flowing crisply. You seemed to be speaking on relationships being held onto, dragged, slung over the shoulders of irresolute partners who can feel the shards crumbling on all sides of them as they free fall from moral high ground. This was a sort of Spike Lee verse. Atmospheric, plenty of street imagery, the Trojan Horse being used as a metaphor in some cases. From what I understood, it was a cool journey.
you're Pegasus born. i swear it, you were destined to soar
dead to the world. yet it only makes me treasure you more
^Favorite bar. That was dope.
Keep doing you
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