Chapman Tracy, fast car pace speed, dust in the wind/
Supernova bloomed begonia spin, touch of the pen/
Scraping surface of this earth’s twist, rust to the brim-
On the cup of life, been drunk twice and still lust for a swim/
My last choke back stroke, someday I’ll wade the waves/
For now brother, I’ll drown in the color and shades of gray/
Seems the shapes of clay we crave are on the plates of slaves/
Feeding our bondage, being this honest I date the blade/
Steady the sabers, fate we say? Or we ready the anger/
Of our own evolution, confusing, moving the slate we pave/
With good intentions, beckon the gate sways, in place I lay/
Stuck with these wings, trumping my king with the spades I play/
House of fallen cards, facial displays miming our hollow art/
Erect a home etched in stone, where diamonds swallow hearts/
Shining Apollo dart, drip of sun, beat of a different drum/
I’ll add infinity till I can grasp the energy to be a specific sum-
Body, one star speech, tardy-after-life-party, applaud me/
Traveling-on-time-line-unraveling yarn, gone and godspeed.

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fucka X.L.G nigga..