form over substance

elana is from uzbekistan
knows the burqa's intimacy
the covert ways of taliban women
lucky she got out. i ask her
what's it like to write
in a tongue not hers.
she says in russian ideas flow
but in english it takes her time
to find the right word. she wants
to be precise. and they tell her
we don't publish much rhyme, much
maligned, this rhyme. but as hip hop?
in da bag.


you snub yr nose at the last pawn on the board

shirking responsibility what do you think to hoard?
you didn't want the road you got, a gansta sting
and a gun in your back. they led you on, they led you in
used you for their twisted sin. here's you're queen, crowned
with cum, watch the pretty vp run.


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water is payin your pennce now
the song keeps tring to be born.


water is paying your penance now.
so come on down, get your head out of the clouds

and all the things they said wouldn't mean a damn
if you could stop stray arrows with lines in the sand

and a one way ticket on a one way bus
the drivers homocidal and no cares that much
if the gunner's gunnin for you
and you foud yourself alone
would a feather and a daydream help you get back home.


ficitious tuth's and overripe fruit

mark the place you lost your youth
a passing toast, to tortured host
points you towards the coast

things are rough
they're changing, love
can you feel that crawlin in your blood.

kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
my typose andre my typose are gettin cold again.
put down that bottle of dom and warm them up please?
as i sit here, on the verge of 22
hr sleep deprivation, my eyes lollling/ lines of ks
stretching to infinity
you beat me to the land of nod
and i all wanted to do was go to sleep
hours ago before the flip of the coin
brought me gabriel's head and the music of uzbekistan.





now there's a keyboard in your spot, stretching
across my comfort zone, a comorant of coincidence
a clematis of courage. a lilting smoke signal
from across a