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letra de nige's bimmer - sankofa

reclining in the driver’s seat, rearview spiderweb
choking on the song i’m writing as the piper wept
prilosec because my cough reverberates
an often nervous, loss of vertebrae, tossed to the rocks and sure to break
spurn the turtle’s pace for moving faster, making haste
a latent paste of residue around my eyes, today’s replaced
a mound of flies beneath the buzz is gristle t–th and guts
cheap enough to seek deluxe, deeper as the demons thrust
keys and cups overflowing and we barely treat the cut
keeping up crows are crowing and with air eat enough
cheat the love and noone’s knowing that indeed it was
treason’s cuffs a dose of strobing grief the thief of l-st
allegiance plus denoted growing t–th at least combust
treatment thus is motorboating streaks of keys with rust
keeping up with all the joneses, soldiers falter, frozen
meanwhile, inside the octagon they brawl ferocious

a toxic throng of altered focus screaming bloodl-st
blunt force trauma nominees embalm with such stuff
the comet leaves enough behind for all us to witness
the calmest breeze rippling the altered just a smidgeon
adjust the vision of the lady of justice, distant
cedric ceballos the da with a slam dunk case to prison
they stay submissive for the chance to taste the riches
posing warm hearted photo ops, but their traits are frigid
the snakes and lizards slithering amongst the great division
giving some love with voracious takes to blaze the kitchen
afraid it isn’t, a velvet rope betrayal visits
satanism my vision tainted with this hate its prism
they sell us hope long enough to keep the pockets thickened
fomo the mo, hustling ostracism
the cost of living the gospel gotten them lost and wizened
oxygen in the tentative tent intent to flock with pigeons
mixed feelings but i couldn’t afford the mastering
spit congealing on the paper when the hatchet swings
my thoughts become the ink, the ink becomes a puddle
where ideas swim laps and then my speech is but a bubble
cd player in the prius, car tunes play the loudest
the same brush to rest in peace is used to paint a coward
clay is powder terraforming terracotta warriors
in terrordomes pteradactyls tearing at the sorry verse
so why rehe-rs-, my wiring recombines on daily basises
70s born, yet 80s kid with his hazy gift
ways equipped to grow, cannot condone the laziness
and that’s the way it is, i take the brunt with no evasiveness
so brace for it, i play for keeps with speech that’s flavorful
a gold plated wreath i don’t require when i’m gracing flows
ways to go? i’m well aware without divining rods
staying humble on my journey amongst the mighty gods

- sankofa

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