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CRAYOLA markers artist works on skin blending visual with obscene

wanting tattoos so badly getting them when we were teens

highschool didn't lead to expectations stereotypes oh i kinda miss them

certain flock not just a loner who hung with random people who like jocks

holy vans and torn laced converse dickies school pictures with hickeys

white vato with ties to the mexican scene with his dad being mr clean

basketball threes football running back motocross fanatic lives a tree hacks it

twist of faith this path was waiting for him all along too high even for the bong

sings his own song where'd the fun go corny rap and no punk needed a scene

and became a druggy cool with everyone was exhausted but wasn't sluggish

more like on the move and shit having visions he's trying to out run

the paton was his reality he's in this race got started before the gun

hacky sack and lighter on the side phone in the left and miscellaneous right

skatepark tricks like neighborhood memories of out running cops hating fights

he'd rather not movement through peace and unity his minds gone promiscuity

father time mother mary religion and fate never saw blurry

was always mad fathers gone distant land technology out of hand

musics morphine take a lot of pain his tolerance put others to shame

with narcotics he'd get high dosages real high on gauges went be on space

blessed but put to the side for a higher calling so he's killing time running

with ghosts and mimes mission impossible missing in action unapprehendable

teachers were leaches sucking him dry of characterization

he fought back with a fist and got demoted in class

saturday schools detentions adolescent with the best intensions

ditching school ditching cops brains the power he watered that crop

rich in the arts draw paint articulate full of hate cracks jokes loves all folks

life in the shitter never a one hitter quitter swear if situations shifted outcome

he'd probably be deteriorated

overrated story white kid in suburbia saying knobody knows me

east la raised orange county craze inland empire ways who will i be today

indigenous parent culture he created love hate relationship with fate

where are the times promised that he craves smile looking forward to thegrave