where am I from Here?
Where do I go from here? I’m just a shadow, snake without a rattle Mishandle the time but I stay on a mantle I’m just a pebble carried off another anthill Picked to be dismantled but my being goes to a standstill Hold on, wait Got to concentrate extrapolate extracting peices of myself so that I can meditate? I got eight lives left no minutes lrft to wait I can do is elevate Brain not chipped you thought the catalyst would be for to uplift but no I can’t see crap right under my nose because the vision I have grows tinier than rhino’s eyesight but I delight in rhymes making prototypes of highlights because like J Rice I write and write until I dull the spike of the paper and pen after a long days journey of the night got my grip tight on lock resist like Arawaks but not talkin about Hispaniola I’m a mole who extolls fortunes not of gold and I think like Yoda, coming at the end Led Zeppelin when they made cola I will never sell my soul and throw it away like soda on asphalt because the only fault is my own throw me a few bones and I need a few layers under hardened stones
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Where do I go from here? I’m just a shadow, snake without a rattle Mishandle the time but I stay on a mantle I’m just a pebble carried off another anthill Picked to be dismantled but my being goes to a standstill Hold on, wait Got to concentrate extrapolate extracting peices of myself so that I can meditate? I got eight lives left no minutes lrft to wait I can do is elevate Brain not chipped you thought the catalyst would be for to uplift but no I can’t see crap right under my nose because the vision I have grows tinier than rhino’s eyesight but I delight in rhymes making prototypes of highlights because like J Rice I write and write until I dull the spike of the paper and pen after a long days journey of the night got my grip tight on lock resist like Arawaks but not talkin about Hispaniola I’m a mole who extolls fortunes not of gold and I think like Yoda, coming at the end Led Zeppelin when they made cola I will never sell my soul and throw it away like soda on asphalt because the only fault is my own throw me a few bones and I need a few layers under hardened stones
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