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playground comp                    
                     
stupid gato                    
stupid indians                    
i thought you knew                    
us poor mexicans don't have phones                    
                     
dude had them ol 11th edition jordans                    
with the 23's on em                    
spike lee's with the ak 47's too                    
but his ol man was an angry martyr                    
plumber                    
weather proofing his own cross                    
jus came home                    
still on paper                  
brand new again in that world                    
post jolst gargle                    
with hairy prison poison jesus                    
fakin that AA sheet signature                    
pocket got a short draw of bottom shelf                    
we all were cutting up and gassing                    
when his kid said he quit drinking                    
the boy was real sorry for messin with my momma                    
when she disappeared                    
and than so did his                     
                     
i remember everything                    
being crystaline                    
autumn in A minor                    
but so not in a hot glass of apple cider                    
with a cinnamon stick                    
shit it feels good to be                    
rocking some dirty jeans,                    
a hoodie and some timbos                    
nobody knows me at this campfire                    
type of way                    
                     
too many totems                    
winking                    
with missing teeth                    
swearing bout all the hollows            
with room for glow                    
                     
it was 2 days before tuesday                    
i knew no one was home                    
the alarm code was her dad's license plate                    
the square root of both his kid's birthdays                    
used to sneak into the movies a lot                   
                     
but still                    
being                    
a bad b side track type a ninja                    
told her i loved her                    
with a backwards hyroglyph  
stick fig pic  
of a boy bein pushed off the swing                    
on the mirror                    
in her own lipstick                    
and moved away                    
                     
you never answer the phone when                    
girl from the third grade who used to bully you calls                  
       
she knows you know      
she knows                              
while she been slumming it   
her dawg done leveled up                  
singin who abandoned who?