(purple 69 Chevelle SS, for no reason only rhyme)
Candyflake glitter and sparks as heart slab scrapes low
across asphalt and concrete gridlock with freestyle
prose and poesy, no tread's knowing me, been slow
since birth, country as fuck raven born by woodpile,
organic 69 supersport, short-and-long
through life's labyrinth, mad simple yet hustle like
kudzu and honeysuckle, with chopped/screwed folk song
soundtrack backbone, wack ass minivan open mic,
all windows down for whatever (like the driver),
flow as forever as powhatan river (james),
thousand feathers/thousand names maintains survivor
status, plus keep my spirit stratus-high with flames
in belly retained - stayed hungry, keep it screwed
with maple syrup/cayenne subdued attitude.
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