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letra de tiffany's - son anthony

i can pick apart a conversation within seconds
if it’s dominated blatantly i’ll take my size 11’s
and then step to where in ear shot i can only hear the question
“where’s your manners?” shouted with my bird that’s flipped in their direction
i assessed enough for life so i feel i am free to live in
a society conditioned by a world that’s unforgiving
i need pacifying stints with hugs from l-stful eyes
of sinners who grew inwardly by breaking some commandants god has given
it’s another lamentation. not surprised or mistaken
it has taken every ounce of will i havе to not displace
the hate you harborеd into me for simply stating what you’re feeling
that same old song played on broken records looped continuing
to playout as my theme. an ear worm or fever dream?
it seems that i cannot discern which key of life my songs perceived in
a symphony of sympathy reveals itself in movements
and as soon as the finale plays this out, i’m routing two ways
either north or south to sort this out
support can vouch for claims i’ve heard straight out from the horses mouth
i’m bout it. doubtful things will change
the range encapsulates the differences between us
and it’s painful seeing how there’s similarities in strangers we’ve become

retracting on your word is the source of what i’m sore about
i swore i’d never let it get this way again
let’s role up dollar bills and see exactly where this hole will lead us
maybe it can be to freedom or to the back of our recesses
my feet have touched ground and i am back to all senses
ambiguous the ordeal was and also suspenseful
orwell could of wrote this. it would be his magnum opus
oppan gangnam style style over all this dope sh-t i’ve provided
let it inside then outside. inhaling highly combustible
substances to see if i’ll catch fire
then exploding composing brush fires
moses broke down in front of crying
my sermon concluded without the high pitched chiming of sirens
coming to put out my divine plot
why not? let them find out i’ve been lying along
crawl back to where you crawled out from under. get lost
crossing t’s and dotting i’s comprises what i am driving home
my domicile has me wanderl-sting for a a better place
reticence aside, i’ll swiper fox from a collection plate
lessons generate behavioral changes in the way
that touching fire makes us never want to touch that sh-t again
pretend the floor is lava. not a step you take is safe from scorching nostril hairs and eye lashes and the brows above your stares
here’s a hot bed for despair. through the ringer lies epiphanies
solitude’s my tiffany’s so i won’t see you there

- son anthony

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