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Friday, March 18, 2011

I imagine diamonds in those eyes
I speak freely about the way I teach,believe,trust and speak to those apart of a collective concience
my pandoras box is that of love and misguided proof
truth...there is a reality...fiction...I can ruin that
master of a temple with my third eye wild and rhymeing fluently
devoid of technique
chaos threw harmony
its alarming how quickly I fade
into an obscure portrait that blends all paint
all i drink is bassnectar and yell DATsSIK
and the reverbaration hits like a hurricane upon a city of tents
glimpse into yesteryears to find your proof
the ultimate undoing
is us
to you.

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