Tripping on Gods that will never cease to be
having them have me, wanting my love
when my condition only drifts like an abandoned
matrice miscommunicating empty bags
dancing aimless on this dancehall
singing: making sure The Nigger is clean.
Tripping on Gods that will never cease to be
having them have me, wanting my love
when my condition only drifts like an abandoned
matrice miscommunicating empty bags
dancing aimless on this dancehall
singing: making sure The Nigger is clean.
Very interesting poem…it has a harssh tone to it…really liked it.
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that last line nails it… gotta be clean… glad to have stopped by…
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