The spring fell almost delicate
in a delicatessen im sweaten endorphins so average
this weather is meant for no man..
one second hot the next a blizzard you cant stand
i project through the projects, the meat markets and grasp
on to the future of being a man with many mask - many scars
the sound of option
the unmounting undebt from being up to date with what cost is
im coasting floating off fair trades latest juniper berry..
free tethering between the scenes unearth within the sea breeze marry
i am where i am meant to be in past time on the pasture
i wish i wish that i could still be sharing this with my father
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