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I've been writing raps, is that even what you call it?

I'm not sure.

But look!

words sit in my chest like poison arrows, ripping my brain into whatever direction the wind blows, feel it in you, this day is still young, push it out from behind your ribs to the tip of your tongue, the battles won. one of ink and of paper too, a thousand letters scrambled like some fucked up sudoku, and a brain that has no stock in numbers, turning late night cigarettes into sleepless slumbers, and i have to wonder, look at what's lurking behind your shoulder, the shit that you dipped out on as the weather got colder, silent eyes that speak louder than actions, turning all your logic into decimals and fractions, how did this happen? look back, the road is narrow, this path is the one your feet wore through the meadow, no one has been here before you, where you stand with your soldiers in tow, a silent prayer for everything you know you gotta let go, just remember who you are and know this ones for back home.