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take a ride with you cross town. through the hills the brush comes down to kiss the road. watch as you grip the wheel tight, diamond shining in the dashboard light. go faster, excite me sure, were far from home but right where were supposed to roam. right around three, the rope begins to lacerate. the moon dips behind a hill somewhere as i begin to bleed. go faster. youve realigned all ive held dear youve made love the heart of my fear.

entre mis mas privados suenos... a sea of flesh: incongruous lines delineating boundaries upon the surface... valleys of violet scabfields mile-wide hematoma, and underneath, rivers of lifeblood to an uncertain beat flood, and give life. A primordial language erupts, blasphemes into a mist, returns to the surface and thunders towards gravity. Sweating out my mania microscopic spores of insanity leave the flesh and return. How long have we been asleep. How long have we been awake within this d...

done this with what ive got left yet. position unsavory. got the smog for thought and junkfood for belly. ache. in these jungles, the animals walk upright. got nikes for feet and pocket change to cross street. live as prey or die in the spotlight, head lights of an L.A black &white. tough cookies slanging cookies if i heard right. no honor just bullshit you can pile in a closet and claim to not regret in hindsight. acrobatic morality flooding streets and feeding the scum in your back alley.

yesterday at two thirty guns blazed and eresed any faith in cooperation between two colored -skin races everything but hate forgotten "revenge" on the lips of everyone who even slightly knew the fallen three-year-old-girl who wasnt the target but became the mark of the ignorance that lies in the underbelly of society. at two thirty today a man was slain guilty of wearing a murderers skin it isnt my way,but ill take the blame hurt mine and ill tunnel a train through your brain.

on the frontline sunshine is tearing on my nerves again introduced to the night got used to the night but ill fight to see some right again bright lines deviding the colors on the cold concrete guerrilla feet try recover with an ear to the street an eye to the sky fully trained dope nose seek out the scent of a lie a trail that for miles goes way back into time like a family tree its a family scheme drain the wells till their dry less for you more for I while the girl down the block is sellin...