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I spit lyrical napalm
Combusting lighter fluidity
P. Diddity can't hold a candle
To my fierce delivery
Fire in the hole
It's out of control
Like positions of the poles
Of the sun rolling round, I go
Flaming, burning like
A barrel to a transient layman
Trying to keep warm in a world that's frozen
You can't put me out, I still keep going
I hope I find a homefire I can lay my soles in
I'm so hot, but I'm also flame retardant
I wanna grow habanero peppers in a garden
I'm spraying rhymes like a fire hose
I'm a picnic fireant bitin' 'tween your toes 

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I took this picture in Barbados

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Today feels different...
Maybe its the rain,
It's softer than usual.
The way it beads off my coat...
I can still hear that tin roof,
Even with less power.
Sounds like the light touch of childrens fingers.
The birds still take shelter,
But I chose to sit int it this time.
Now I can hear power coming,
her friend I cannot see.
The sun is coming through
shining down, off in the distance.
But I want to stay here.
In the swamp of her aroma.

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I wasn’t there when the first murder was committed
Still I feel if have done nothing to prevent it
I wasn’t there when a whole nation was genocide
Still I feel responsible
I wasn’t there when man killed another man
For land
For government
For religion
For the color of his skin
For his ideas
For his believes
For his preference
Still I wake up at night feeling sad
I wasn’t there when a man sold his child for money
I wasn’t there when he bit his wife to prove he is a real man
I wasn’t there when they sacrificed everything for money
I wasn’t there when they wanted fame no matter what
I wasn’t there when evil had began
Still I feel the weight on my shoulders
For every crime committed ever
Everywhere in the world since the beginning of time
It was always like that
Since I was a boy until now that I am grown man
Once we went on a trip with the school bus
Someone wrote with a pencil that Maria loves someone
Maria started to cry
They were looking for one who did it
The one who wrote that crap and made her cry
I wasn’t the one
But even then I felt guilty as it was me the one
Quilt for every crime
That’s the burden I carry with me all around
It is driving mad


 


 


 


 


 


 

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Remix of photo using scarletoak image - An Odd Scene


I thought this would be a nice pencil sketch to use as a background of sorts for the Getting to know your Mom collab

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imagination keeps us going :)

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