Saturday, March 31, 2012

Eclipse.

Thinking my eyes blinking like thousand lightspots, gangsters aiming redspots, action I am bringing like a fed flick, do not even set trip I bang with beats and rhymes and rip shows with flows, above the waters like a lotus, more focused than a lenses of Minolta, The grim reaper with saturday nightfever like Travolta, Your memory I sculpture, From ancient Egypt kid kaphire comes with a dissy flow to make sea sick. Mind on money when it is sunshine or an eclipse.

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