I don’t know. I just got this thought in the back of my head telling me that my intelligence will get me further into space than my push-up bra. Realize that I can’t escape my race, so before I dance I gotta crawl. & slither into the jungle, where my native feet turn into paws, and cut through the sky, where my tattooed hands turn to ravens claws. So I toke to pass the time, or the rhymes they sometimes flow, or the medium from my minds walls take my hand and shall we go? Make some love, listen to music, watch the moon rise as we howl. All we have is happening, so let’s do it all right now.

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