my thesis in fact's completin' the act you've been needin to hatch.
the meanings lost, like an albatross lost out to sea to meet his maker.
I need my stapler. It's red, have you seen it?
This world. It's like vapor, mist in my head. Can I leave it?
Across the wall like an inkblot with a thick plot that sinks docks.
That's right, what I thinks lost in the black seas.
Like, that old movie Taxi Driver. but I'm a teenager covered with acne.
used to lack feed. now i'm full of runner ups bitch, dust you off like a track meet.
never had heat, just stack beats. with mad peeps. thats right, might wanna akrite.
cuz i slap hide, phat rhymes with facts climb to the highest peaks ya ever seen,
plots so cleverly woven. thoughts so develish chosen.
mind frozen in tought. spiders web woven, i'm lost
tossed out to sea and absorbed inside an ocean trash compactor,
had no government funding yet we wonder how some things are changing..
in our atmosphere, can we actually persevere when our thirst appears?
Questions lost in the rat race, ignored by the corporate agenda.
When our orphans are sent to foreign War Supporters that send our family to die.
Can you pretend like you actually find,
truth in this stack of needles.. what I'm packin's lethal.
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