Coexistence
Perpetually
In unison
Parallel and vertically
Longing for more
Indefinitely
Obtuse
So obtuse
So obtuse...
I want this until I can't breathe

Symmetry
It's like I were you
And you were me
Symmetry
Have you ever felt what I mean?
Symmetry
It's like I were you
And your were me
Symmetry
Have you ever felt what I mean?


symmetry

Evening at sunset im entertaining regret
sighing through the curtains
window lifted to ease the smell of my cigarette
underestimating the time, forlorn about the next steps
blind to any path, I fear there isn't anymore left
there's always mystery within the skies and everyone's finality is minimal
what's the point in being gracious or spiritual
nothing goes my way, a born loser, something something theory
a whatever, a so and so, an artist's mistake, an effigy
I'm dead from the roots, I'm the product of worthless need
I feel numb concurrently from my head to my knees

Incandescent vision
and these feet are crippling

I feel emptier than the deepest plot
I repressed so many years I could replenish flint's water stock
my pain lies underneath other people's feelings and needs
they shadow theirs as mine, with no weight being projected from me
I'm a sheet hung outside a catastrophic storm
I hate my mom and dad more everyday since I've been born
My own child is taken from me by old folks that carry her like a trophy
I've lost interests cause no one cares if I am or not smiling
I've lost hope in anyone or anything
When I lose a pound of blood I'll have more of a relief
I hope that a warm cliff watching happiness is my purgatory
So I can sigh hopelessly for all eternity
I wish someone would save me but I guess everyone's too busy
I think one day some year I'll end this manic anniversary


Incandescent vision
and these feet are crippling

(Man At The Bottom Of Mount Rushmore Staring Above)

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Waiting for my dreads to grow
Systematic depression for my folk, losing all hope
Replaced the noose with financial burden, we choke
Or hustling to stay afloat
Stuffing dead men in my mattress for the next recession we approach
I'm just guessing, but nigga I'm still out this bitch flexing
In a hooptie with a nappy beauty burning blunts making every car next to us feel pedestrian
Making my way through this white maze like a bonafide aquestrian
Backstroking over every hurdle to never feel broke again
Mentally or financially, I mean that shit deeply
Not having one will make your life move slow
But it will touch both your ego and your soul


Waiting for my dreads to grow
Dealing with the apocalypse while my heart eclipsed
Retwisting while my head hangs low
On my porch just exhaling out smoke
Losing all hope while I wait for my dreads to grow
Enduring life while I'm rolling up my dope
All alone waiting for my dreads to grow 

Waiting For My Dreads To Grow

black velvet

drifting memories

brooding
lethargic
misanthropic
nihilistic 
lugubriousness.

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