a born man is a slender stem, cipher skinned and stands
drawn to pencils, bomb pixels with killer clans
remove my own appendix with felonious hands,
flame spliffs and drain Arizona cans in the Mid-Lands
just south of the Mitten,
my city is known for howlin winds, hooded husltaz and vicious pimps
but even now all bow and bear witness to Allah's wishes
top dollah admissions,
fathers and kinsmen gathered to create wisdom in the wilderness
this is an age of pillage, misinformation and apathetic DEMONStrations
who can feel the music when what they see in the mirror is painted?
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