Saturday, January 24, 2009

Mind Your Matter...

CUZ when the shades come down
that's when the fires go out

and you can't see me

hood up I steam through streets
just as quickly as I need
faint like a crook / slippin' freely
I am not even a piece
just the hot air surrounding
a swift breeze 'cross your nape
you turn to look
a second too late

well that's the hijacking
the unarmed robbery

in the exposed corn
ers touched by day light
sly cats become shadows

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