Indulge In Our Mental
-IsIs-
I contemplate the fates, of my thought friends,
but just when I try to visualize me...the thought ends,
fought trends, swayed emotions from the norm,
unable to conform, I seclude my frozen form,
reading passages, and theories, where noone hears me,
but hearing, the analysis of these people deteres me,
overstanding to much, within my own developments,
My team forms like Voltron, with my own intelligence.
Extreme benevolence, strickes amazing resemblence,
remember this, I sport my gear like its ninety six,
high top pumps rock the block with my finely kicks,
untimely risks, shine me this, a blinding kiss,
finding this movement underground without spinlessness,
incline my ish, control your fluids when I groove it,
improve my movement son inspite of even movin
cause illusions and if confused with, makin sure you lose it.
Boris Funk
arguments just part of the doubt, starved in the drought
typing with his heart in his mouth- starting to shout..
hardened throughout an underworld of critical links
'im not a criminal' he says between subliminal winks
lyrical but sick in the head, ripping the dead
screaming at the banker when he slips in the red
and double vodka on the rocks in a trance, sloppy advance
asking staff to put two shots in the glass- unable to dance.
The futures not a suitable object, a duty to dodge-it
undecided if evolutions a project. a beautiful logic
in sterio translated to eyes, narrated suprise
whilst disagreeing with the latest replies. hated, dispised
frustratingly wise, Boris is a chorus in one
so watch the lawless Taurus scream; 'flawless' and run
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