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letra de modern literature 2 - the myth of ken

hear ’em talkin’ sh-t but i don’t see
i just wanna read under the tree
they keep goin’ on, you know they’re free, but let me be cuz
i just wanna read under the tree

they keep wanna talk but i’m blind to the walk
i been shovin’ my nose into an impeccable squawk
takin’ notes on the side; makin’ dopes on the side
i been studyin’ the greats since ‘fore the greatest could talk
i been – one of many but the mouth of few
stilts strapped on with a bird’s of view
i been bidin’ my time; with my nose in a spine
watchin’ people rise up to the rose of the grime
split vision on the canter
i been on the drip, but these haters like cancer
i been on the writ, from a slip, to receipt, to a draft
i been writin’ but these haters ain’t answer
split tale with the prose of few
i been verse for a bit, but for those of you
that been siftin’ in the dirt for the rough
i can tell ya that the shovels on the way to do- too- who

hear ’em talkin’ sh-t but i don’t see
i just wanna read under the tree
they keep goin’ on, you know they’re free, but let me be cuz
i just wanna read under the tree

cherry stems open in the field
i don’t wanna be the only one nippin’ at the heels
i been walkin on the north road; coulda split south with the breathers
gravel fades open to the dirt; no readers
look up see the sky lined out
with a towerin’ presence to let the mind dry out
sentence turn; money burn; court light shimmer curn
gottta make rent ‘fore them roof lights can return
on the road to the pride from envy
i done p-ssed through greed and i made an enemy
with a guide from the rest i don’t need you to send me
purple rain shower through the holes in my pen sleeve

hear ’em talkin’ sh-t but i don’t see
i just wanna read under the tree
they keep goin’ on, you know they’re free, but let me be cuz
i just wanna read under the tree

‘cuz i been readin’ through
kipling to tolkein to vonnegut and more
the ones that leo, alex, vladimir would have adored
i can 177- see my way into a draft
or find myself deserted eatin’ weekend on a raft
but i’m calm
i ain’t one to freak about a drought
i know blocks and walls and archers can prevent it comin’ out
i can understand the greats meetin’ things that fear ’em most
but i can’t accept them fears becomin’ host – woah
walk me through valley in the shadow of groves
streets fade out as they turn to roads
choices popup; options fade
let me hide away and turn my head to say

hear ’em talkin’ sh-t but i don’t see
i just wanna read under the tree
they keep goin’ on, you know they’re free, but let me be cuz
i just wanna read under the tree

- the myth of ken

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