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Can’t wait a minute – I did it many times. There’s all these steps to take for my climb. Like make it vertical, it’s nothing personal. We’ll stay together if not, I ain’t deservin ya. Or vice versa. Go with the wind, I’m a kite surfer. I beat this mic till it’s purple, I’m hopeful my morose leads to growth, but never Golden Gates. That ain’t how I use my faith. I take chains and use them as weapons. Slashes to faces, I got scars to prove I fought. Cicatrix brought me no honor, that’s something I bought by the ink of my pen. Can’t wash away like it’s chalk, it is there till my end. With wind, I bend, but still stand. Moved intention toward my plan, I can’t leave it to chance. I’ll go to hell and raise an army of dammed, Arise as the king cuz I must. At the end of the day, what I want, I’m probably gon make I can’t wait for it. At the end of the day Brick by brick, I built it beautiful Not glittering gold. That glitterings fake, something that’s sold. I make bloody offerings like viscera Springs, visceral things. sacrificing rings when I step in the spot. The lighting is hot, but concocting a plot to stop the launch of an idle winter. Start fires, melt down, so simple. hot sauna, cold water, endorphins make me unbothered, well, as they oughta. step up to lessons, the questions that best us is just made to test us, I chew them or put in my septum. Impressive, I’m guessing and stepping again. It ain’t my end. This is where I begin. At the end of the day, what I want, I’m probably gon make I can’t wait for it. At the end of the day Brick by brick, I built it beautiful With a new breath, I begin to let the light in — a little bit of sin that singes so nicely, unlike where I’ve been – my mind mixed mixed untidy, it’s mighty though. Albeit methods questionable, it gets to the point like decimals. Desecrates pedestals, levels playing fields, bitch I’m professional. Seen myself like inner scopes, Paramount points, universal all we know, so often annoyed. The real persists like nightmares and dreams often eclipse and leave us pissed, but purely fascinated. Curious kills cats because we have little patience. But take this! A moment to listen to streams. Not inundated by all we have seen. All we have heard. Just give it a second. We belong to the world. At the end of the day, what I want, I’m probably gon make I can’t wait for it. At the end of the day Brick by brick, I built it beautiful At the end of the day, I’m trying to rest. I’m tryna tell you the truth, I lace it in my breath. I can tell that you feel it, An odorous scent. I won’t send it again if you’re gonna try to pretend you don’t know what I said. That I did some shit that hurts me and I’ll do it again because I’m worthy. What shines must burn but it won’t hurt me if I practice. I’m an actor, I’m an actress. My egos far from bloated, close to flattened. Hard as diamond, carves my past tense and path forth. Blaze trails with match sticks and my force. My language, accent, my new sword. My anguish, my passion, sculpts new course. Not lavish, this action, my verbs poured. Purpose punctures, compelling me forward. It’s mine and it’s your turn to do something not normal. To do it big and give a fuck if it’s cordial. At the end of the day, what I want, I’m probably gon make I can’t wait for it. At the end of the day Brick by brick, I built it beautiful At the end of the day, what I want, I’m probably gon make I can’t wait for it. At the end of the day Brick by brick, I built it beautiful At the end of the day, I’ll make golden portraits of the spirit slipping our vision. I’ll spill our humanity on the canvas and wrestle with the blood. I’ll use our cartilage to consecrate this magnificent beast. A being born of all hate and love fused to one corpse. A living corpse. Something new. Something impolite. Something rude. Something I like. Something beautiful if you let yourself share the room. It seems to rise and scream at you, that’s just the heart, still beating on the page. Those are just the eyes still crying, not from pain but from feeling change. At the end of the day, I’ll make what I and we need. Something alive, that hurts, that reminds us that we are nothing except to each other, and that means everything. I ain’t usual. Atypical for all types. No peripheral I got offsite. No mystical reality strikes. Can’t tell if I hate or like it. A party, heaven and hell invited. Heathens is fun, that’s enlightened. A word for kindness, and the demon’s finest. I’ve been burning, shining frightened. That’s the power of flames is never tamed. Let’s all sit around it, I’m glad that you came because nothing will ever be the same