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letra de beyontime - colby brown marron

and how, i know she can’t
well, without there being flowers before me!
she called her the regular old days, without cellular, without haze
it was like here had a messenger
called the blaze!

and if you can’t chill like slaves, like me!
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and watch, how it’s all right to make fun of 69, as long as i can i’m free, and she can run blind, how many years i suffered, the vitiligo crime!
and she must be impressed, when i chance every desk, and start writing beyond time
just like you imagine the moon, never after only before you knew, there was only ever one time!

and it’s excellent
when you learn to seek
like the chimes!
wind is not too meek for the rhymes!
—-
and how we’ll sing all night!
when we get to drink and be the blight!
that’s the only way i mean to smite
i really can’t tell whether this is even night!
i sing for the living, and i sing for their rights!
it’s more than easy to call it a fight
it’s just the winter air
who splinters all the checkered wares
i do it, and proclaim it’s difficult
but i prefer the wrinkled layers!

it’s that narrowly garrulous
sheen!
i am not a slave philosopher who is dancing in the rain! i call it art-politic, and not for the king!

and neither is snoop! she calls them the rings
—-
– black europe 2019
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456
i am ‘magine an african peoples of the future, lighter and darker, each with envy of the other as a chore

and each conscience stares dumb
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my people game fashion
because my people are so gentle

you can imagine being
a freed slave
without good clothes
and getting a lot of ideas

-black europe 2019
—-
the man
with the machines
coppin all the power
choosing irony light
whisky and sours
it’s lamented the powers
claiming fix like showers
urine sacrifice
saying success smell like sh-t
and flowers on ribs
we makin the figs
looks sweeter than digs
i like to mix my language
and split

458
hey brother, let’s just hold the line
they say if you’re afraid to go crazy
you “can’t” be crazy

and i can hold that in like wine!
——-
and the jews
when they flip
they never look crazy
and we can’t lose that
his name is o.j. simpson
matt groaning

you know i wanted three br–sts
for a time
and called them pyramids
but it’s not enough!
only the rich died like trump!
and i don’t like that rhyme

no! you don’t die like trump!
you die like o.j
still alive and musing, “if i did it”

forte!
——
my peoples can hold down the times, and being a politician, the law being death near art makes the fission (davision)!
death and art is a politician
—-
i have heard, 1 thousand monkeys with enough time could rewrite shakespeare, if they were to typewriters binded

i thought experiment, i should present, for the recently blinded

and i suggest, i could
do it quicker, and with one
it might only taken, hundreds of thousands of years though

-black europe 2019
———
shakespeare was a hipster donut
christian
iago wasn’t even a villain!

and romeo
the muslim
couldn’t cop to the felon
the one who didn’t tell the right news
and said moors couldn’t be villains
with still love in his pews
the solar that was hidden
his muse! his muse!
was only to break the white power too!

she’s a time traveler with spine!
oth-llo

- colby brown marron

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