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Runnin'


I’m leaving this note before I disappear 

Brainstormed and then formed places I might be near 

Riding into the sunset, it was death in the rear 

View 

That left a glare 

Never knew 

It would tear and fold my heart 

Like origami 

Release something like killluminati 

For the conspiracy theorists

Want to leave before the force of bounty

A Zionist I want to live free 

As the verses I chisel into my poetry 

Need to feel the sun kiss my skin 

Winter has been extensive 

All these fucking noises 

Can’t assimilate mindset pensive 

The city helped me craft my style 

It’s the same city that’s making me go for a while 

The searing sun made me sip from the Nile

What’s scarier living or creating a new lifestyle 

Carry a flask with no spile

What if I told you I was dying of thirst 

 

All scenarios I rehearsed then conversed with myself 

Will it be over in Cuba 

Replaced for a Cuban link 

Is it Philippines where the cigarette stink 

Is a traditional odor 

Consume fresh air in bora bora 

Consiously livin no more of more of 

Was thinking the Carolinas 

That’s still too close 

Why do I have this desire 

Tomorrow I’ll be in the headliner 

Another one to overdose 

Best tactic in a casket closed 

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