we should lay down and dig out our fucking selves. from the bottom we feed up through blood and poison. the shit runs down our hands through rich soil. the dead become the dirt and the ashes we breathe only make us stronger. continue. there is no light bright enough to shine through this darkness that makes us rack our brains with bomb and blinding. fucking black tooth jigaboo smile shines thorough. and that's what we'll fucking see. smiles and eyes and the limbs of trees. fuck our fathers rattling our hides with the limbs of sacrifice. straw of the manger that we pick up and bleed. bleed. and again. bleed. what is the way out of death? save. saved. we all are saved from our ignorance by more of the same. the weak. meek. sweating at the bottom rung. greeding. greasy. i look and see the guns are still in our hands and in our mouths and pushing brains out onto the shittiest streets. cadillacs caked with cum and dust. staining gold. breaking gold. teeth are back on the curbside where we wag our tongues at anyone who'll listen to our style our story our glory that was never allowed our busride back out of darkness. i'll stay at the back bleeding. what has it gotten us. nod off. bricks and cracks. i don't want to go back there. antelopes and stretched necks. warlords. the cross still leads us to disease in our homeland. beyond despair. wretched of the earth. raise up and what?
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