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stupid gato
stupid indians
i thought you knew
us poor mexicans don't have phones
dude had them ol 11th edition jordans
with the 23's on em
spike lee's with the ak 47's too
but his ol man was an angry martyr
plumber
weather proofing his own cross
jus came home
still on paper
brand new again in that world
post jolst gargle
with hairy prison poison jesus
fakin that AA sheet signature
pocket got a short draw of bottom shelf
we all were cutting up and gassing
when his kid said he quit drinking
the boy was real sorry for messin with my momma
when she disappeared
and than so did his
i remember everything
being crystaline
autumn in A minor
but so not in a hot glass of apple cider
with a cinnamon stick
shit it feels good to be
rocking some dirty jeans,
a hoodie and some timbos
nobody knows me at this campfire
type of way
too many totems
winking
with missing teeth
swearing bout all the hollows
with room for glow
it was 2 days before tuesday
i knew no one was home
the alarm code was her dad's license plate
the square root of both his kid's birthdays
used to sneak into the movies a lot
but still
being
a bad b side track type a ninja
told her i loved her
with a backwards hyroglyph
stick fig pic
of a boy bein pushed off the swing
on the mirror
in her own lipstick
and moved away
you never answer the phone when
girl from the third grade who used to bully you calls
she knows you know
she knows
while she been slumming it
her dawg done leveled up
singin who abandoned who?
stupid gato
stupid indians
i thought you knew
us poor mexicans don't have phones
dude had them ol 11th edition jordans
with the 23's on em
spike lee's with the ak 47's too
but his ol man was an angry martyr
plumber
weather proofing his own cross
jus came home
still on paper
brand new again in that world
post jolst gargle
with hairy prison poison jesus
fakin that AA sheet signature
pocket got a short draw of bottom shelf
we all were cutting up and gassing
when his kid said he quit drinking
the boy was real sorry for messin with my momma
when she disappeared
and than so did his
i remember everything
being crystaline
autumn in A minor
but so not in a hot glass of apple cider
with a cinnamon stick
shit it feels good to be
rocking some dirty jeans,
a hoodie and some timbos
nobody knows me at this campfire
type of way
too many totems
winking
with missing teeth
swearing bout all the hollows
with room for glow
it was 2 days before tuesday
i knew no one was home
the alarm code was her dad's license plate
the square root of both his kid's birthdays
used to sneak into the movies a lot
but still
being
a bad b side track type a ninja
told her i loved her
with a backwards hyroglyph
stick fig pic
of a boy bein pushed off the swing
on the mirror
in her own lipstick
and moved away
you never answer the phone when
girl from the third grade who used to bully you calls
she knows you know
she knows
while she been slumming it
her dawg done leveled up
singin who abandoned who?
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