What will you carve out the concrete

Tears don’t make beautiful fossils
Shift in breeze causes flare of nostrils

Hostile towards anyone bumping into profile
Hands full of hair clenched enough to rip out roots
Scuffles on the floor with sessions understeps

Ain’t too much time left
When you been counting every second

Adding up all the loose change
To chain along individual looseys

Giving you a funny feeling about
Where you headed

How much deception can you pocket
Pick your spoils

Where you show up camouflaged
With shadows of sandstorms
At Orchard nicknamed chocha

Loco how schools go in four year cycles
Of rebirth renaissance new ideas

Building on top of firm foundation
Ability to question deconstruct

King court jester on your mother tongue
Language distanced from ancient wisdom forgotten

Make limited edition knowledge wholesale
Might get your understanding

Shining over constant turmoil
Destroying us asunder

Providing the sounds for veteran fiends
Still got that good groove enough dance moves

To never lose focus keep awake even though
Eyes drift to lower raptures plateau

Feels so lovely comfortable oppression
Like hand me down holy socks

Sweaters keeping chill away in winter
Keep in touch with your inner sanctum

Sanctuary condominium confusion
Down payment on doubt so easy

Hold it on the arm when clouds exist in chest
Take another congested breath

Describe the blinking momentum
Pushing you to lay down

Push away from the table saying I’ll be right back
Knowing you already bounced

Hoping your ghosts will create something timeless

Context critical consciousness
Aware of all your criminal sin

Oblivious of the obvious
Ridiculous regular sentences describe daily battles

Much rather build than destroy

Leave pieces of your soul
All over the proximity

Don’t go with your death so willingly

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