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Every heart is a home
Eloped in the thoughts of the poems
Spoken by the palms of the poets
Copin to the lives of the corrupted
As they bust into the window of the mind
Reconfigure what has been written on the blinds
Blind us from what’s different with in us
As our spirits begin to kindle like
Missiles in the sky
Hoping to ex-plode against-those who read
Scriptures to the wise
That means that even when you’re mentally aligned
They’ll try to curve your thoughts into perfect right-
Angles,
Saying angels can’t save you because you’re whistling to a tune
Despicably chimed, one that they cannot relate to
May you, rest in peace, because while you’re alive
You won’t be able to find a bed to sleep, in
Threats perceived, thick, stitched with a thimble into rhymes
And so when it seems that the seam’s missin inside
Pick up your needle and get your own rhythm designed
Get your own crystal to shine
Get your own kingdom to mystically rise
You won’t be needing to keep that pistol at yo side
You’ll be havin an army fightin with you
I’m not writin with you
I’m tryin to get you
Home
Police flash cause street lamps
Don’t glow
So at-least brand a heat strapped
So cold
Our decease nap with priests staffs
As we repeat back that we lack
A soul
This might seem brash but these hands
Don’t hold
Anything more than a key into
Your Home
Eloped in the thoughts of the poems
Spoken by the palms of the poets
Copin to the lives of the corrupted
As they bust into the window of the mind
Reconfigure what has been written on the blinds
Blind us from what’s different with in us
As our spirits begin to kindle like
Missiles in the sky
Hoping to ex-plode against-those who read
Scriptures to the wise
That means that even when you’re mentally aligned
They’ll try to curve your thoughts into perfect right-
Angles,
Saying angels can’t save you because you’re whistling to a tune
Despicably chimed, one that they cannot relate to
May you, rest in peace, because while you’re alive
You won’t be able to find a bed to sleep, in
Threats perceived, thick, stitched with a thimble into rhymes
And so when it seems that the seam’s missin inside
Pick up your needle and get your own rhythm designed
Get your own crystal to shine
Get your own kingdom to mystically rise
You won’t be needing to keep that pistol at yo side
You’ll be havin an army fightin with you
I’m not writin with you
I’m tryin to get you
Home
Police flash cause street lamps
Don’t glow
So at-least brand a heat strapped
So cold
Our decease nap with priests staffs
As we repeat back that we lack
A soul
This might seem brash but these hands
Don’t hold
Anything more than a key into
Your Home
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