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Calamity Jones

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Dastardly a bastard
Drastically attracted to the casper
Classically I'm acting daft at all the flatter
But that ain't even half of what I'm after
As of now the sound is laughter
Add an "s" in front that it's a disaster
The faster I adapt the better apt I am for later
The craft ain't nothin major
They can take it twice a day just for the flavor
Take away the need to cater like a waiter
Maybe make a savior outta clay to
Pray away to days that ain't in favor
But I'll take it anyway, I'm in a pickle
I'm outta scythes so now I'm here equipping with a sickle
A risky pick, the little trick to keep
Is strictly sticking to your feet
Then gravity'll do it's thing
If it's that simple
At least I figured
The quickest way to be a winner
Is to lose at everything until it mathematically swings in delivered
Something better than you're given
Sick of livin', yeah I get it
But tomorrow holds the key to something different
And in an instant
It's all been fixed or it's a figment
To let it set a level in you's like the devil getting in religion
It's the mission that's important
Give a listen you'll enjoy it
Take a shit on it
I promised something I won't be affordin'
To the metal I'll be floorin'
Petals flutterin' in orange
Yellow settle in the nestle of a set of trestled colored pencils
Stenciled in a bridge to build the amplest connection
Shit is reckless
Still my best if I would reckon
And now ascension
I'm sending missiles out upon you
They're raining down arrays of clouds
All laced with sound, a monsoon
A monster's paradise
A loch that's growing thick with parasites
Apparently my pair have deviated far and outta sight
But even when the mounted knights come out at night
The man in my own psyche's like
I might as well now stand and fight
I'm stranded, well it's only life
I only got a folding knife
My lonely strife is showing fright
A growing sight
A closing light
But every tunnel
Will bright upon its own conclusion
The art of delusion can be disputed
By the few that truly do it
Me? I'm fluent
Calm confusion
Call Confucius
He can prove it too
The two of you can talk about your prudence
Just let me do this
I only got about a minute
But in it I'm fixin' to be distinguished
Separated from my privilege
It's a test to put the rest of my new talent to purpose
But if I said it then it had to be worth it
With death I'm flirtin'
I'm tryna get up in that skirt and work my magic
To avert a life that's nothing more tragic
But just to have it has to have a meaning to it too
It can't be flaccid
Guess that's why I buy a pill to make it massive
Then lose it, Atkins
It's proven hapless by a half of the presence
If no one's gonna then I'm glad that I said it
I got a massive headache
In fact I attribute it to my own attributes
Spit back rebukes
To mass of fools
And askin' you
What that shit do
I got a
'Nother mother fuckin' reason for bein'
And only now do I believe to be seein'
I'm Moses parting the sea and
I'm only tryna bring my people to freedom
To sequels maybe even some to part three and
My thinking leans like architectures in Pisa
With freezers packed with popsicle squeezers
To take us seeking back to these nostalgiaful seasons
With barbeques by the beaches
I'd sit in classes with teachers
Look at girls' asses
Clap at magic shows and laugh for no reason
The faster the seasons be turning into latter day evenings
The more it does seem that I must be leavin'
For the time being
But please believe me, if I could I would stay
If only just for a day
But I won't make you pay the rate of my own fatal mistake
So I must be on my way
And may the rain then be delayed so you can stay contained within your parade
Don't take too long to learn your life could be worth it
Bask in the light, and baby Simba
Don't forget to stay away from the shade

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