Monday, July 4, 2011

Traveling Around


"Traveling Around"



Traveling On Submarines And Flying Machines.

Living In A World Trying To Cope With Itself.

Smoked Crack, Jumped On The Tracks, And The D-Train Mangled My Body.

Dead Bodies Stunk Up The Apartment In The Bronx.

Brant Hid With His Friend In A Dumpster Avoiding Warring Gangs.

It Makes Me Feel Bad That Life Can Feel So Sad.

It's Like A Missing Chapter In A Book.

Astonish Those Who You Admonish.

I Am Yo Man Yo Man.

I Rap As I Fiddle.

Rap N' Roll.

Fiddle To A Dancing Stroll.

Nobody Knows Nothing.

I Am Smart I Know You.

Know Me Too.

But I Don't Know All Of You.

You Don't Know All Of Me.

We Don't Know All Of Each Other.

Ourselves?

Father's Mothers?

Mother's Fathers?

Sister's Mothers?

Daddy's Brother?

Aunt Uncle?

Uncle Aunt?

The Reflections We See In Other Mirrors?



"Billet's  Ideals"

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