cruising the highway i experience an immediate high as i exit i irrigate the air with concrete bass rhythms and crunked out saliva that at this moment splatter narcotic laced ignorance across the outreached juts of inner city row houses and their innocent inhabitants and since madam earth has blessed this day with the warmth of a mother's heart the exterior is loaded with perked ears with generationally divided perceptions
my first glance is a vision of the young man representing an impressionable state of mind finding a thirst for my profane showering of material conquest still in his search for the determinants of manhood shamefully i feed his curiousity with the impeccable flow dictating a tall tale of gunfire with fabricated funerals the young man is soaking in the liquified lyrical libations while ignoring his elders boring beckoning
the elder sits rocking in a porched patio chair with her mentality already positioned to disregard anything i spray in my impromptu driveby yet my perception is of disrespect but she spies all day on my pre-concluded demographic musically i tell about my habits and her mirrored eyes dispise the trebled highs that bend twisted poetic dispatchments of deragatory female references that burn deep beside her past's abuses
abuses that cycled down to her unexpecting daughter who happens to be the model whose experiences teach the young man his role yet her roles instructed by this over sexualized feminine verse as the thump now saturates the block with her prideful admissions of explicit undertakings her canals numbed her whole life soaked in the material that composes my spit
as philanges reach to lower the volume in attempts to reduce the inevitable destruction cooling the tide yet its a theory that the worst symptoms beset upon the victim in nearest vicinity the actual father of the funk can he possibly be just a carrier of the trait owner of the veins that pump the disease but its a certainty he knows its just entertainment....
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the liquified lyrical libations while ignoring his elders boring beckoning
the elder sits rocking in a porched patio chair with her mentality already positioned to disregard anything i spray in my impromptu driveby yet my perception is of disrespect but she spies all day on my pre-concluded demographic musically i tell about my habits and her mirrored eyes dispise the trebled highs that bend twisted poetic dispatchments of deragatory female references that burn deep beside her past's abuses
abuses that cycled down to her unexpecting daughter who happens to be the model whose experiences teach the young man his role
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