EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

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to be sick to leave it
to depart and run away
for the melting rain
bet the black series on any play
when I keep the time I wait
for friendship delay
choking water and ill everyday
wrath sickness
now and then for display
minding the revolution going wild
yet never lost ever mad
images that flow work out the brain
I can now think of the troubles from the past
about walking alone
I don’t work well ain’t caring for the pill
keeping it straight now
not judging any threat
I’d stick myself to the ceiling and sneeze
I’d drown the wrath on the booze for the day
I’d wrap the scissors in glass may I say?
and all morning feeling depressed
shit the average man
grow the fuck up on that chest
dip me in any container
or yell from the nest