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letra de deep in the mud - jakprogresso

my world dies screaming intro:

all i know is that death in its most hideous form waits for me at the top of those stairs!
that’s not all you know, mrs. justin, you hold the answer deep within your own mind, consciously you forgotten it, that’s the way the human mind works

verse:

toaaadmiiilk, yeah, i’m ’bout process you all, yeah about to get f-ckin’ real negative, i hate my sh-t too, man, welcome home, i hate me too, they call me the shape, hahahahaha, the nameless one, yeah, hate yo’ life, yo, yo, stripper legs stickin’ out the back o’ the pickup, i got pickеd up, trying to drag a stiff out the back, but the left kick stuck (f-ck!), thinkin’ back to whеn i was a bit young, the first was too heavy to lift up, i just left it, the last i redressed and propped it to sit up, lookin’ at her like (ohh man), i dunno how i’m not gonna get caught for this one, the last panic attack, i had was a big one (f-ck), n0body likes me, n0body like me, i cut off the l.i.e., went to gilgo beach to sightsee, i rehe-rs- on my crib for battles of severed heads tight me, patient in line since 19, socks for the grip, hospital white tee, i drop mad rabie work to rap harvey weinstein (oh come on, man), oops too soon, my bad, six-triple time lad, the devil’s hand deep in my chest, like a triple by-pass (yess), i took the b-ttons and fell wholly, soul free, (inaudible: provokin’ the goat pee), heavy crow’s feet, their nims disrobe me, clothed in front of the cult, swingin’ a smokin’ home piece, my back bony, buried in soil stony, can o’ beans in sternal solely, the frosting fingerless gloves over stove heat (starvin’), i’m a hash llama, ashwagandha, play the halal, throat slash brahma, powder from sajama, flesh okra, with encased glass okras, past trauma, pickin’ at the scab on my lid, spittle on my bib, king baby, fell out the crib, broke my extra rib, almost got drowned in the bathtub by the other kids (f-ck!), i was deployed, i’m a grown boy, i’m a pipe bomb, stashed in indian point, rape earth mother, see famine in her groin, skin baggy on bones, bag o’ bones my skin sp-cious (whaat?), refreshed like pure lysergic after hiatus!

my world dies screaming outro:

whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain we reject it, we erase it from our memory, but the imprint is always there, nothing is ever really forgotten
but don’t all of us do things we’re ashamed of?
wouldn’t be human if we hadn’t
them quite human, doctor

- jakprogresso

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