"Meaning > Life" ft. Legendz
Itallics - Atticus
Regular - Legendz
just a matter of fingers lingering the chatter of instance-
could tatter prenatal sable within a fable matter of inches;
table skins malt-those legs and grow single swivel wheels
as malt liquor fingers cellos strings along a symbol zeal,
you clutch your fingers - keel ... the clutch drifts to burn
as the driver shifts to third your chest rejects a single word.
this dying console's old/versed - soul slips - cold lips
... a battle of time: 9 months vs the bullit.
life itself remains hidden in time capsules of black
find myself hunting for ideas - but my mind only captures the facts
wish i could make love to the heavens in one passionate act
of passing God my soul and God passing his back
yeah, perhaps i'm just old fashioned and sorta wishy washy
but i just wish he'd wash me in holy water and rinse these sins off me
instead of sautering my heart to burns of impurity
my mirror image is my nemesis - not even sure it's me
if you were to see that image of a man drowning in tides of currency
what if it weren't me? perhaps it'd be you - see the emergency?
the man holding a noose in hand stands two steps from edge
with empty heads and folding hands as new breath is left for dead.
wasted true life - painted in gray for effect - is maidened tonight,
because the pages are frayed, they've hesitated to write.
a birth submerged in urgency still takes nine months time to bloom
death takes but a second yet cycles for lifetimes to find a womb
for rebirth - regeneration spanning three generations
planting seeds and with patience - watch them be - through inhalations
yesterdays philosophies in oddity next to presently commodity;
modern dammned>trust in common man and exigency breeds dishonesty.
artistic tuition's are simply gimmicks - bong hits and hallucinogenics,
acid trips and speed balloons to visions we call obtusely eccentric -
but plastic and purchase, unwrap it and search his erratics for worth best
discerned as fanatic-unlearned passages backward matters of phor-met.
and as contemporary stands temporal, the sands descend a world:
extend a nation beyond education as the hands of heaven unfurl.
this is the world - this is the nutshell the squirrel pick up in hell
before dollar bills filled the trunk & we learned to teach corruption well.
understanding existence is the whole mile - life, just an inch
we trust our sense as omnipotence and consider coincidence just a glitch
we lust to make love to earth - fondle and enter the crust of it
but when fantasies get crushed to bits we must admit life's just a bitch
pursuing knowledge perusing college text is merely brain sex
so i spend that quarter of my life on cloud nine cashing rain checks
earning words as wages thus turning earth through spaces
hoping that these terms evoke the learning curve of sages
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