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letra de daily bred: jan. 13, 2015 - read this out loud with rhythm - wonder bred

i wonder if the truth truly is sublime
truthfully from you to me i’m full of sh-t sometimes
where is home? there’s a list of those i miss from mine
daily bred sheds my little light, this is sunshine

formally my priority is exploring in touring
the thoughts where i talk of death stem from tuesdays with morrie
daily chronology of my psychology in evolving my story
sapios-xual is intimate mental, in my music i’m instigating an orgy

tonight i decided to rhyme in my daily bred
i read orally, currently a wrinkle in time again
i cook with raw meat, cheese, and veg so yes i am fed
no way for me to record this for you, this is what i do best
i don’t have money so energy in these is what i invest
this deliverance isn’t imbred incest
i meet people across the country instead
i was in the woods for 10 weeks, in tarps not in tents
twas intense, born in the east now i be in the west

i snowshoe for free
no snowboard i ski
no snow machines
go to slopes for $15

at soldier mountain there’s so much powder
plow our own roads around here, the coldest showers
solar power, to go to the closest city we drove an hour
so much sage no growing flowers, just in general like colin powell

when you do, read this to yourself out loud
speech we need to speak, words are dead without sound
by handcuffs be bound, bail out for pounds from downtown
i’ve seen where we trapped j-ps in camps, now i compound nouns

i can bounce around ideas that are heavy, not concrete
be breathing and seeking feeling because crying is not weak
i hold the hands of those i can, there are lots i cannot reach
i’m off the screen like dawson’s creek, for belief i stand up on feet
there’s a tractor, hop on to feed if you want to see beef
i’m on my mark till my body drops, i won’t walk off in defeat

once i get off this ranch, this might become lyrics
regardless all i’ve wanted is to open my spirit
if you’re open to me opening, you hopefully feel it
that’s not in my control, you own a human home so steer it

like abstract and the dragon i’ve began to be bearded
i seek ears like a tribe called quest, it’s midnight, i’m marauding, hooded, robbin & stealin

“you’re not any less of a man if you don’t pull the trigger. you’re not necessarily a man if you do.” -atcq

one love
wonder bred

- wonder bred

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