The Young Bloods sing their figmented blues
On the streets that lay like made beds
And their voices blow like a gale
Reaping the flowers of Space and new territory -beyond.
It opes hollow hearts and parts lips anew gossamer.
Look at these children,
Open wide and screaming throat smiles,
Millions of misfortune, bantam Americans
Dream in the day while their bodies
Mourn dead energy.
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cesspool tarantula
spanked with the spatula
daddy caught me cheatin on my test
fed me arugula
smooth like a criminal
with plastic surgery
i wash money into countries
clean with detergery
sweating like a cop with his gun cocked
i spit rhymes from my mouth/saliva drips on my art smock
i raise my hand like 'present'
to the woman givin lessons
but when they all stand with they right hand i ain't pledgin
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