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daydreams
- The real world was never the real world to me,7 years ago,I'd be cruising on the open sea,
- Make believe was whatever I was made to believe,my dad was real,foam sword was steel,optimus had to kneel,
- I was king of the hill,star of my own movie reel,the whole works,the only thing worse than death,was when my balloon burst,
- now I'm tainted ,I can only curse my naivety for losing my universe,I'm angry trying to remain curt,
- holding on my inner kurt,my reality started to flirt with dreams and the feeling of being hurt,
- my vision of freedom remained inert,my soul turned to the color vert,
- killing zombies never really disperses my inertia,like the sands of time except I'm not the prince of Persia,
- psychedelic converters convert my emotions into practicality,my imagination a more colourful version of reality,
- only thing more peculiar than my brain is my supposed morality,carnality's slowly took over my mind,
- visions of the past entered my mental confines,talking astrology waiting for a bunch balls to align,
- Bind benign thoughts,thinking of why imagination is bound,with that our real being would be found,
- creativity is unfounded,weightless,only thing in this world that's free,I once had a kingdom,but I lost the keys,
- the birds and the bees been rendered obsolete,obviously,I mean I knew what sex was by the time I was three,
- forget about 'mcphee' my only fixation was bountiful titties,a disease that corrupted my wings, left me feeling middle aged in the fifties,
- So bless me and fuck growing up,it like I forgot to swim,puberty's basically drowning and raising a huge din,
- ben told men that Benz was the way to go,we chasing after cheese that rotted long ago.
- I'm black given a knife I could kill a man,left alone im evil,thoughts primarily evil,
- Slavery never left,just waiting for sequel,lock your doors,I got something else in store,
- pour Caucasian blood,like im drinking koolaid under a sycamore.
- Are you scared,I'm strong,I'm fast,my dick big,vocab small,I like chicken and watermelon at the mall,
- you cant trust me,I must be rusty cause I can wear a hood,I cant be out at nine and be up to any good,
- my neck in a noose,death on my lips,I should be at home,not fingering metal,with a dome in mind,
- can a dome define what goes on in my head,when I look at head and exams,and choose head over being the actual head,
- I'm monkey,proud still swinging,losing my mind for revines I'm still swinging,floating like butterflies,my people still winging it,
- still winning it,I'm sour like coffee,in the morning,wake up nigga,wake up,instead,we gloss over and add cocoa,drinking mocoa for the chase up.
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