seven thousand day cough seven thousand day cough my lungs of an old woman of a racist race called man i m a word machine without enough words to be composed or the worms to decompose my old song body pretty for the showing party women with painted faces only pretty for their lawyers everything s illegal cause they re pretending to breathe better to be sick in the head then sane in the city like there s a difference or a reason to stay in the city sell the mob to the king sleep with the dragon slay the princess lay peaceful in the nothingness laughing outside my opinion permeates and lives forever the way people live to be remembered then and only then see me perfect more perfect than the sidewalk more expensive than my shoes more meaningful than hidden messages in a quite safe quiet walk you forget your personality when they birth in the after birth i still fake it like i m naked if you got the right sunglasses i wrote this on cough drops with the secret conveyor belt in the sidewalk and the big laughing gaping drooling lipsticked up and dressed like the lighter side of death neon eyes cold to the touch and there s salt on salt on everything salt on salt on everything melt me a princess thought like an open wound to bleed to sleep to plead to work to heal no loyalty to things that don t keep clean wither my old tongue or old tone to the man making all the new shadow puppets i like your style more worthwhile then rubbish a big break for bad taste acting like faith is a face a dumpster man singing a dumpster song of redemption share the broken note it s the only note people here got thick skin to hold the nothing in there s salt on everything salt on everything salt on everything but i put it on nothing lick your merry lips off and hum it all in a bowling alley headaches and hogwash going on in my ears dizzy dizzy infected of worry it s never my body my friends my brain or my fault to be stranded in a utopian wonderland for three minutes i could sit still and stare at the wall and let it this is my favorite mini series well written under funded when it all dulls a never decaffeinated dream and i love a big bleeding heart song we can all learn some days we almost feel alive and most days we forget to live for some reason that s all i can bring myself to say you know what on everything
['abstract hip hop', 'conscious hip hop', 'maine hip hop', 'political hip hop', 'underground rap']