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letra de liminal spaces - heelbruised

verse 1

used to dumpster dive as a child, an utter boy
crafting a ploy for toys other kids just didn’t enjoy
lurking on garbage day you could catch me in your alley way
befriending the street cats behind those closed gates

sh-t, same dirty fingernails now i just dig for records
collect more than a hypebeast does box logo sweaters
i’m old school, still send my messages through the postal means of a letter
reach me through my concierge if not then yo whatever
let my nuts hang, f-ck breeches and a coverup
on my michelangelo, sistine chapel masterful hazardous
young tenacious d with a pick awaiting destiny
thousands of fiddles at my feet, including the devil i beat

yo check it, my goal is to outlast my sh-ll
just can’t be passive pennies down the wishing well
some may believe in anything but themselves
only in touch with the fake stars on their mobile cell

but i guess that’s the difference
between those who keep they head up not wanting to live a fake existence
you need maybelline for your lashes
my sh-ts long like mexican revolution mustaches

your porfirio diaz and i’m zapata putting a zapato in ya ass
take assets and make you run for your cash
the only way to deal with me is an assassination on ya hands
you can’t avoid me, you understand? keep your head in the sand you hermit krab

theres just some who won’t leave you alone
like cops watchin ass for a stash when you using the john but i
stay loose like sneakers without laces behind caged cells in the precinct it ain’t no misteeq

unsweetened green teas for the relief
handle potholes as if i was the suspensions up on a jeep
this how the gods chill, you can’t tell me nothing b
in this cold world rest in peace sean p
chorus

im just speaking my truth this hip hop sh-t ain’t cute
walking juxtaposition bringing forth the abuse over loops
formal in a suit whilst reading the news taking a deuce
heavenly andean flutes and the dirt underneath boots

verse 2

jaywalker with fortes, cautious how i be looking both ways
a skinny starved stray livin day by day
but peep the difference between a dog on a leash and one that roams free
rather have my head down ribs out than die on my (knees)

vary more than a scatter plot, enough to make statisticians hot
keep my flows in reserves till i bust, it be a lot
all up in ya face, revere at the money shot
silver in the microwave, i pop and spark

wrote these rhymes while i was walkin textin and s-xtin
in the subway i see faces confused lookin for an exit
in liminal sp-ces, the blues hit, what to do next
sink into bullsh-t, get fed scr-ps or leave the birds nest

no time to meddle, disease grows in water thats settled
street level, on edge at ledges not beveled
cause echos in between buildings when i let go
even presidential airplanes can catch the bomb on some marc ecko

- heelbruised

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