From a dream, she came to me, as I sat there looking tennis shoe. A stone white tulip replaced her tulpa and I hula hooped in fantasy
Calvin said your fate is good, just believe it’s gonna come.
The cream rises to then top they said, and so I whipped it Kingdom come.
Reality came to me by my choosing and it was deep than blue. A color browner made me yellow and I weighted into stew.
Hobbes say we is born free while we living neck down chains. Potato was the first I cooked when I fed Malcolm to the Mane.
As you see, they can’t see the other, lookin at Quintillion’s Sky. But I can make the stars rain zeroes when Earth-ling’s graze on dyes.
Dreams show up like starry nights, bejeweled and crystal nebulons
But reality knows the kid got toes stuck in the quarry mines. The gold ain’t mine but I don’t mind cuz Mansa’s Jesus Musa.
And when they moo and boo and mu and wil’ away our times
Remember Quincy 17 and all the Quincy’s still in Tangerines.
Black soot baby faces never matter the races, carry guns when butter melts treadless on the table. And little kids we know how to put the chess board on its places.
Flip the table and scatter pieces- the whole damn world doesn’t need mo-mo pizzas. The whole damn world doesn’t need to shine. We people only need a heart-soul-mind.
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