Sunday, November 9, 2008

spit it...

never came across the things I love
always had to break them up and such
in a distance, the price and them tickets
fell in my hands like the mic and her kisses
important, message distorted
front row seats to watching talib perform hits
ohh im just, bopping my head, this
feels so unattractive considering I’m headless
the mathematics, the plus sign addict
I’m in a division where I upscale average
a member since, the pen been inked
it seems everything I’m in, my aims within
the telescopic, views are monotnous
a spark in the fuse got me loose when I spit

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