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Post hustle flow
Freestyle is facing stress with bass in your chest / Adjust for treble / Fuck, at this level? / Anything I touch becomes credible / So when the dust settles / I fly all in / So I’ll prolly die evolving / When the sky is falling / I’ll still be out yes, yes, y’alling / Jester, Baller, King / Equal parts KRS-ONE and Henry Rollins / Never crestfallen / Every breath polishes my gems / Devout to what’s within / Punchline spin / Nothing sacred to my jaw / Pan it all fucking raw / Sodium amytal in my saliva / Unfolding overstanding off the wall
Published 16th Feb 2020
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What the sky tells me
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25th Feb 2020 7:26pm
I really liked this
my past as a street hustler ached for release while reading
I now need a 12 step mtg
grin
my past as a street hustler ached for release while reading
I now need a 12 step mtg
grin
26th Feb 2020 00:00am
Thank you for reading.
It's a trip how a scent or a certain rhythm in conversation can suddenly transport us back to chapters packed away. But that extension of Jennifer sleeps, restless. Until she hears the call. I'll undoubtedly have a different lens to your work from the admission. Thanks for that dimension. Misfits make the best writers.
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It's a trip how a scent or a certain rhythm in conversation can suddenly transport us back to chapters packed away. But that extension of Jennifer sleeps, restless. Until she hears the call. I'll undoubtedly have a different lens to your work from the admission. Thanks for that dimension. Misfits make the best writers.
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