The feelings Of A Broken Finger
baby bursting panic, a crazy exerted rabid rabbit
the feeling of 'you have to have it' including an emergency attachment
you see its hurting in knees, through jackets, applaud at cures
only time my fucking fingers played with like this, is during manicures
its like seeing manikin tears, e mailed ya nerves..had them send fear
start day dreaming, seein penguins an think Billy Madison’s near
eye opening surprise like Christmas, but hide the wish list
like u do a wife’s forgiveness if she ever finds ya mistress
the unexplained pain, that drifts down streams of change
bad times _chapter ect.. read the page.. its means engraved
impact of a panic attack, thinking white when really Santa was black
the sorrow of greed when u had it and was handin it back
drinking out of a Mexicans flask.. complexed again.. pass
hand out experience through liquid and mouth it in mass
numb the worries with rum an hurry until im spun an hurling
cuz its fun and curling my toes back.. like an old mase track
sit back and think back to when we listened to blacks make rap
ignore the bent structure and be glad your the conditions mint fucker
maybe blaze a bowl.. an let it take control, until the day goes dull
then play the roll, of a sonic tumble an daze into a Sega stroll
see with a broken finger I break the mold, an don’t think controlled
its that way im told, due to the stable hold, that my brain has sold
in exchange for gold, to the insane an old, pain aka an anal probe
weeks later I can hop in my whip, grab tha wheel without my Popsicle stick
unwind the tape and dropping that shit like ass an color of Mexican sprint.
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