lay my thoughts indelible, connect like skeletal arrangements in an array of visual displacement of Science trapped in a cage / by way of convictions of robbery made into correctional property, philosophies on street apothecaries / costs of numbness I can’t watch as they never plummet / Blunted Soldiers touch her from behind n tickle her stomach / spotted grams, you know I snuffed it/ in my pocket’s a razor sharp verse, laser bars inked / Science thinks he’ll work till the age of a hundred n 3 / bustin femurs at Wounded Knee with words that’s rudimentary, civically I rearrange tha sentence with apostrophes / Knolege God Cyphah sees thru that White Boy façade hyped up / bring thru Ki Toy Johnson yo n I’d fuck…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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