Reality is Duality
How does it feel looking through the veil
Mostly cloudy obscure bulletproof glass reflection
Behind fried food in front of fanatical freedom
Too much America blanca not enough brown Latinos
Yet sometimes poquito is just enough
Sofrito suave never rough as it blends the spices
Sensory memory still got the melodies
Bassline right underneath tongue right
Razor sharp redefinition rewriting
Claims to authenticity based on
Handed down horrorscopes focused
Assassinating any attempt to overcome apathy
Ever after hardly happily more like tragedy
Right before understanding shortcomings
Of country conditioned by conquerors
What is the leftover you were saving to throw away
Today’s possibility faded soon as sunset parked in sky
Night time will reveal all the details hidden
Didn’t think your stories could be written
So crowd could listen to visions
Putting you somewhere different
Paranormal position opposite of ultra regular
Must think better of self than exotic muck
Stop selling short
So quick to go broke
Where is that heavenly buck
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