Listen to what you are told
Fragments un fold
of lies untold
and you are sold

bought and sold
A finger in the fold
Callout: a cold
Call-out

"A-Call-Out??"


Litmus untold
brazen and bold
into a fold
you dive

Your reality
fails.
People are more than pails
The screeching and crying wails
a ship of prestigious sails.

And 'Who' give a ****?
of something worthwhile?
Absence of 'dollar or' or 'buck'?"

That chagrin
that, 'buck'
"it's just dumb-luck"
Oraphice-wide, now ****

Every time I looked at his eyes
feels like my heart wants to explode,
he's all that I've being waiting for,
but am I his?

Every time that I see him around
I only want to talk with him
but it seems that every time he's around
I become the shyest person alive.

I've known all his crushes
and they don't look like me
am I his type?
but certainly I am not,
that's what my brain tolds me.

I've being in love
with only one guy
before I knew him but
with him it's all different.

Am I in love?
could that be possible?
Am I having a crush on him?
without knowing him at all?

Am I?

Please do not hide the things I wanna see
just for somebody that tolds you on what you should be.

there was a story about the trees
the birds tolds
maybe you know

there is a heartache of the waves
screams echoes in the coasts
you are  away,you don't hear

the sky has a secret
hides the clouds
you don't realize

Let me paint a picture of pinbuilt basket hope
Like a ***** tincture of tolds that told me nope
Like a noose that necked me for lack of livery
Like I condused a might slack, a lack of symetry

if they make one its me
its been about getting it doored
be alieve cold compasses it in't the bark
its the castle and the ark
takes is open the slips slurs rid m
mid riddle blow brit, tape bail

nested in outer space
next send confirm, too blacked
on less schell over macked

mighty times a chronicle, and kicked up
heels like my girls the old real?
take it back, one spota hurt again and always
refresher'd
sports deskwork

thatta lotta bout boy he go away, today not to play
nested in outer space
next send confirm, too blacked
on big shelves of bookin

no no tickets aint truths
meters at quarters all lines
holding tongues ten dollar signs with me

bring you up like lets talk to pops of jiffy
he a lawn darts star appointe

givin it up with the throats
came up crawlin
let my clappers recognize he the barter
since aint saints, voodoo the kid kev, irish your dead blessed

after the say once ya dontchya forget, im built by a battle bought

distract space and discover wind
bring my track down unlock my polished pens

tolds about when in time i place a shackle
rolled around a couple dames thems
and rims for rubber plate you cant shake
ten towns of girls feed em
two blast of ice all delivery

takes of finding, federally lost procured *****
*****'s an old game without lots of italy
mean an i aggress
checks wont collapse, that's papers kept