IF YOU WERE TO LOOK INSIDE THE WINDOWZ OF MY EYEZ
WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO HANDLE WHAT YOU SEE
IF YOU COULD WOULD YOU LET ME TAKE YOU THERE
THIS PLACE WERE WORDZ BEOME PICTURES
OF THINGZ TO COME OF PASSIN DAYS
THAT WERE DRAWN DIM
A PLACE WHERE THE GLARE OF COLORZ
STARING AT A PEN WHILE ITZ INK DRYZ
ONLY TO FLOAT ON BREEZE WHERE THE WORKER BEEZ BUILD HIVEZ
PROTECTING THE QUEEN CARRING DEATH INSIDE OF TWENTY FIVE MOVES
TO END THEIR LIVES
MASTERING METAPHOREZ MAINTAINING MY GROUND
CHASING PAPER THROUGH…
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Added by KON_DA_GOD on March 16, 2008 at 2:30pm —
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