Category: Slam
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It’s like a cycle of nightmares in inception.Wake up to find myself in the care of a dead one. If there’s levels to this, where’s my resurrection?Because your Jesus doesn’t look like the one of Lazarus’ recollection. Reflection. Deflection. Rejection. Silenced by the deafening decibels of their violence and weapons.While your silence merely deadens.We don’t…
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At Gravesend… Past the Days Inn… It was J. Smith… With equations… Instead of graphs and charts, He had formulas.Instead of Basquiat’s Art, a sorcerer. Remember, the blind lead the blind into sciences.* The wiz mixed dimes for his client’s fix. The sign language used to hide the brickresembled hieroglyph or Maya script. Molding men…
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While our streams teem with memesOf chemically enhanced teensit seems we’ve advanced past sins penaltyWith yoga and tummy teasOr any other thingBecause any other thing redeems us from suffering No covenant couplingJust bring pink cuffs and a couple of drinks.Even being a drunkard is socially acceptable.Vomiting in the receptacle until we’re vegetables. From ambiotic to…
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Now, please don’t get me confused or infer I assumebut we’re all worshippers and we all consumewe subdue then are imbued or we succumb and improveand I believe there’s a such thing as loving without any implications that you’ll loseLet me explainβ¦If you can extrapolate every one of your moments, your movements,your motivation or moodThen…