slain jane

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Suave Dubois, AYGR

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A slain Jane Doe remains unidentified
As my hands draw weary
And my eyes get tired
And the tightness in my belly but my thoughts are still dancing
Perfection begs the question I hope I make up an answer

Open the copacabana
Who shot who
It's like Dallas
Or when Maggie shot mr burns
A 2 part saga
Sippin saki and the water
Kawasaki
Hopin they allow me to speak easy about the saki
Make me fuckin Ralph like the branded jockey and the hand me downs 
Got a hole in the pocket but I make it fit
And then I make a fit out of it
Boutta throw a fit
Make em kick me out the bitch
Sayin yes without thinking about the consequence
The wise mans tongue worth a morsel inside a lions den
As the Mayans dance
Deciding on a day that the world is slated to end
Planned demolition thousand years in advance
Ambiguous clothes with no brands
And when it gets cold
You the winter comes ain't taking no chance
Stock up with bottles and cans
A carcass strewn on the land
Can't imagine the carnage and can't imagine the damage

A slain Jane Doe remains unidentified
As my hands draw weary
And my eyes get tired
And the tightness in my belly but my thoughts still dancing
Perfection begs the question I hope I make up an answer

A slain Jane Doe remains unidentified
As my hands draw weary
And my eyes get tired
And the tightness in my belly but my thoughts still dancing
Perfection begs the question I hope I make up an answer

Can't you see?
Poetry in motion but I freeze
Scolded by the coldest got the notion I should leave
Emotive til I folded and it left just like the breeze
No more rollers everybody left the party gotta breathe
I said a slain Jane doe remains unidentifiable
A victim of the night but the darkness couldn't be liable
Nah
This is a mans work
And by the bruises on her body I bet this hands hurt
Tiny dancer
Can't imagine her last thoughts
Just another fuckin problem that's gonna go unresolved
As I write to you this letter I sit with ink and quill
How much blood must spill before I stop sitting still

A plain Jane Doe remains unidentified
As my hands draw weary
And my eyes get tired
And the tightness in my belly but my thoughts still dancing
Perfection begs the question I hope I make up an answer

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