I'm searching for that new new
Sick of bubbles forced into one during the rumble
Surrounded by chunks of rubble
Dated back earths mantle
Back to back champs
Masks that yell out directions from a map
Blueprint stamps used for no news chants
Pick it up and open it
Fill the cup and pour into it
My chores revolve around painted porches
I heard
I listened
The gloss glistened intense subway kitchens
My drive ways from night to night
Because I swerve decisions
I try
I might
Inherit wisdom through strands of bands
What we deem culture
I suppose you know her
We broke up over hair pins
I get nervous it's on purpose
Smoke bellows below the sermon
Change up things made like things
Easy beings pretend to be stupid
And I knew this
Open through worship
Standing doors open sores lose my diction
Repeat the fiction tomorrow took a shower
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