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letra de i-4 - devanté parson

[aladdin]
automobile’s usual squeals
booing, ghoulish as i thump over the speed bumps
no problem, life gives you lemons
insurance spending is cheap
weary peepers sweep
ah! opportunity
lane shift, woosh, swoop, past the ’02 coupe
early evening, pavement reflectors collect car’s rays
feeling worn as this car i’m aboard
sworn to attend tonight whether peppy or forlorn
aw, red light
shan’t delay to the interstate highway
yet brakes are pumped, accelerate, speed is dumped
once again bumper to rump as boricua and crunk
hum through speaker drums
jammed though not much more
till the i-4 ramp
blaring h-rns, m-ffler smoke, flatbed truck’s bouncing logs bound by rope
all lit by carrot-colored glow from lampposts
in the midst of this noisy, aluminum herd
peek at my cranium’s an inner word
“do i truly have time for this? might be better served observing the back of my eyelids or being out on the grind
these chains won’t severe themselves, not that i should totally abstain from socially-ori-ented events
but who’s ever heard of life taking a u-turn at a fête?
though i’m overdue some recreation, seems procrastination
want emanc-p-tion or a plate of cognitive dissonance?
oh, that’s my exit 78”
finally on conroy, seems there’s a whole convoy
of streaming gleaming beemers, nuded makeup, streakers
fit physique, self-fleekers
heading all about to celebrate, party
it’s definitely a sat-rday
belt around the roundabout
gotta wind the window up, sprinkler trying to get me
but my windows move more quickly
uh, uh, uh, don’t think so, got a rendezvous
in 200 yards make a slight right
[sample]
[aladdin]
eh, i haven’t driven you too hard!
so no undue bad news
intermissions, cronkite
i fight my car sometimes, but tonight it’s nearly all green lights
and smooth sailing from my wailing buddy here
as we proceed like a gail nearly cross-country
suddenly i realize i may have p-ssed where i’m trying to be
whip around quick, fast to survey
the lay of the land, lest i make a mistake
deemed, no error, i’m not quite there
so i continue a little further on the path
like a can on a conveyor
but, solo as a red cup, 9 times out of 10
a friend is a betrayer who hasn’t yet tasted temptation
with that equation, usually best to recoup
boost my purview, kick it lonesome
wholesome bowl of soup, netflix
more fun to watch city of god
than be a cog in it
but hermit mode no more, swiftly approaching the heavy knockered front door

- devante parson

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