i don't wanna live no more, Death knocking out when i'm knocking on their front door with such force that i split it, coldcock to the top of their grim visage, ticking off the minutes until they replenish. is my psychosis divine or depressive? is depression some type of divine intervention? i'm skeptical. waging jihad upon my body with what the devil's invented. spectacular flesh rent, been living at the limit skinless, convinced the witnesses crying witless is frightened by my ambiguousness in the phenotype arena, rather then the patina of scabs irrigated by lymphatic weepings. no nigga but mulatto like that's different, identify as mixted like that don't erase the history and vision of the wicked. tryna run with my winnings, yellow bone Putney Swope in the Havana fit, it's time to split. oh, shoot, been stewing in a gooey tomb, consumed by the matrix, dissociating cause there ain't no spoons. world is getting smaller quick, hand into an anxious fist, grasping at stale sentiments, retracing staid platitudes like "what else is philosophy but madness? only the maddest, they stay scrabbling for solid ground access." hand into an anxious fist that's tugging at my grubby dick, that's digging out these withered seeds, that's spreading them across my chest in lieu of a logo or logic. just tossing off to my toxic fantasizing, not so much excited by the fantasies themselves. calling all of Aesop's seven hells, the four foreseeable futures out horseback riding. "stop eliding the horrible shit you've done" comes bounding off my bedroom walls, resounding til my number's up, and then i am no rapper, rather, tagless cadaver full of rotgut gas animating idle chatter.
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I like this album, especially for the message that it brings that is really powerful and in line with what happened nowadays. The title and the whole album refers to the Black Lives Matter (red summer refers to the summer of 1919 where white supremacists committed a lot of homicide against black community in USA). The whole album speaks about this, with a lot of reference to historical events (e.g.: 20th August 1619 is the date when the first black slaves were deported in USA). losfastidios
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