onewordtwowrite
coach. coach sheehan was great. "go hard, son" he'd always tell me. "be a leader out there." invaluable life lessons, however simple they may have been.
i'm not very civilized, i'm behind the 8 ball on that one. i'm vile, rude, nasty and disgusting... i'm the guy you don't want to bring home to your mother
bury your fears, drown your insecurities. kill your heroes and set fire to your politicians. watch the world burn - see the crimson skies. smell the wood scorch and feel the smoke grab hold of your lungs.
bury me alive in a fiery grave. remembered as a king, not a wiry slave. a legacy of brilliance, a leader of men, a memory of which you wish to extend...
bury my eye berries in your grape fruits. lust in motion - until my love makes juice...
i bury my heart in your hands - let's see how it grows. let's see if it survives the turmoil of snows. this love that i've chose, although brilliant doesn't seem to be too strong or resilient...
bury. burberry. versace, gucci, designer brands, create songs and design a dance. the stream of consciousness? i'll try to abolish it. those beneath me, why even acknowledge it? i'm damaging perceptions and making connections going through times harder than erections.
i'm feeling upper - more up. chipper, dandy even. i can't do anything other than speak frankly, steven. a poet on the loose, a rebel stuck in thoughts blessed with the type of talent that can never be bought. so tought like a tiger, tight like webs from a spider.
i eat uppers for supper while i wear nut huggers. i only roll with sucker punchers, upper cutters. no time for other suckers like south park's butters or bull shittin, block huggin', funky soul brothers. that was kinda racist but i'm not tryna be complacent
Upper.. again? i already wrote about upper. awesome. silly, sly, fresh, cool, clean. Outkast, i'm a big boy. big wheels, looking for big toys. One of these days i'll be making sonic booms - big noise. I'm giving these away my styles are stupendous. catch me on the front lines fightin in the trenches.
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