Thursday, April 25, 2013

"I wish I could grow a beard." April 25, 2013

From the album In Defense of the Genre, released October 23, 2007
"I'm sprinting yet I stride/ my satchel filled with files/ the secrets of the tribe/ the cameras follow me for miles/ born a slave in 1984/ discovered that my life is just a record they performed/ a maze where I was placed...
/they strapped me to the roof/ and cut right through me/ diggin' through my wounds/ I watched them hopelessly and shook/ where are my pills/ where is my former lover/ I've been betrayed by everyone I know"

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