Colecco Vision
Unrooted I lost my scruples, the lense of my pupils, perplexed the inner tube of rubrics/
Psychology is suplexing the student, prudent combing the text, my folicles my hair has a different concept, it scene a transparency in the project
evacuating the range of the suspects, Uncle Tom will always exist in the prospects.
I wear my hair braided to rewind me to place the answers, unbridled the cancers,
I'm the revolution that got lost on tires, expire the lighter I'm the consumate sun,
Sunsets but not without a son's request,
I want justice, not ice on the realm of the just, I am the set.
What's in a title, spiral stairs spare the liners, excrement is real it verbs the food, used as a tool, lewd the leverage is an image of true.
Reflection to inspiration is my mirror to you. Place my eyes in the flesh sunk deep in my breath
Sleepless I can't rest till my summers are sweat. Fret why? living to die I don't accept it I'm living to supply, my allowance I kept it.
Privledge is freedom, emancipate the cork let the corners of the dom be poured.
I don't drink this if this is respect for the dead, I'd rather spit it's water instead.
U.S. customs frisk when you wonder the world like sphinx, I'm outside the antenna of your satelite kid
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Psychology is suplexing the student, prudent combing the text, my folicles my hair has a different concept, it scene a transparency in the project
evacuating the range of the suspects, Uncle Tom will always exist in the prospects.
I wear my hair braided to rewind me to place the answers, unbridled the cancers,
I'm the revolution that got lost on tires, expire the lighter I'm the consumate sun,
Sunsets but not without a son's request,
I want justice, not ice on the realm of the just, I am the set.
What's in a title, spiral stairs spare the liners, excrement is real it verbs the food, used as a tool, lewd the leverage is an image of true.
Reflection to inspiration is my mirror to you. Place my eyes in the flesh sunk deep in my breath
Sleepless I can't rest till my summers are sweat. Fret why? living to die I don't accept it I'm living to supply, my allowance I kept it.
Privledge is freedom, emancipate the cork let the corners of the dom be poured.
I don't drink this if this is respect for the dead, I'd rather spit it's water instead.
U.S. customs frisk when you wonder the world like sphinx, I'm outside the antenna of your satelite kid
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