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letra de the bark is healing - time

the tents up, the stakes down, guns out cuz the jakes around
the stakes is high like de la’s around, throwing dilla donuts to beat em all down
oh i’m reading animal farm, napoleon these pigs do harm
big brother’s here sound the alarm, the mayor’s a cop in a suit with charm
scratch em and you’ll find a fascist, i spit gasoline and play with matches
all my heroes bash the fash, the truth don’t care it you smash the plastic
what happened to bars, what happened to passion? i eat the beat like i door dashed it
bumping trap reading a trappist, that’s a double entеndre did you catch it?
that’s a merton refеrence, i light em up like thomas edison, bars i jettison
the stars are medicine, pac man the sky, eat the fire and let it in
chasing my ghosts and beheading em, these phantoms be some menaces
attacking empire like the berrigans, the devil’s passport is american
stressed so much ran out of adrenaline drowning in tears like i’m treading in venice and
feeling froggy but the knife’s coming, dissect me like a specimen
the knife kissed me i became a prince i wrote my death out of the narrative
once upon a time is how we preface it, but when the fantasy ends we’re just left with sh-t
a happy ending they edit in, back to reality when the credits spin
and the truth hurts so we try to numb it out with stimulants and sedatives
i think a gear broke in my coping mechanism, third eye astigmatism
i traded wd-40 for 40s, i got beer goggles wrecking my vision
trying to compose while breaking down that’s the art of decomposition
the beauty of rot, fermented foods, the balance of nutrition
the venom of life, the poison that heals, the antidote will be revealed
my pen is a knife, i write to feel, i wrote it in blood i hope it congeal
the men in my life, they gave me ideals, to dominate was the appeal
we know it’s not right, the cycles a wheel, i’m trying to break it, the brakes just squeal
head on crash in my family tree, i see some branches impaling me
i rip em out and then i see there were some relatives failing me
swallowed by the ground i see the roots, i see the pain that made twisted fruits
don’t water those seeds or they’ll twist in you, so break the cycle is all i can do
scratching my wounds and they’re red again, snakes die if they don’t shed their skin
you gotta let go to grow again cause holding on got us in this mess we’re in
everything becomes a threat when you lose direction feeling boxed and fenced in
i torture myself regret sets in, another cigarette to the flesh again
in the guillotine my neck is in, i mistaken the blade for my best friend
self sabotage clandestine, it’s me v me i’m playing chess again
the trauma don’t die you can’t suppress it, it’s part of you and meshed in
denial is my best defense but if you ignore it, it keeps expressing
depression’s precipice i’m pressed against, i open the wounds i’m addressing them
joy i’m expressing it, i take my power back i’m repossessing it
back to the scene of the crash, my family tree i’m inspecting it
the bark is healing i’m seeing new branches i guess that’s what a blessing is

- time

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