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Daria is realizing
what is happening
2 me now
/porcelain air in the swamp/
chess pawns drop/ fall off line/
left /2 dcipher/birthgivin rhymes/
failed the test of reason

and i aint bitter with him
cuz i realize
growth is
something you command

like air u breathe
slowly turns to a commodity
a quality of life
u aint wake up to see.

I bee squattin’ on the fence
waitin for ur return
holding the earths core beneath my toes
hoping for gold in your eyes

listening with my ear to the bottom
wondern if its me that dont hear, no good
echoes of swelling ecstasy in the well

all your copper pennies
made the statue of liberty

why cant i see ur face
on the other side of redemption
or pull u up the barge…..