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Monday, November 19, 2007

Haight Male


So far from removed
what more's left to prove
fists fulls of mouth
take a loss but don't pout
what you about
what you expouse
bitches made men
runnin round the mouse
snappy crabby
pinch and grabby
I'm out the bucket
muthafuck it cain't grab me
above the rim is where I two step
I'm in a different league
oh u ain't peeped that
funny how u love the haight
when igher ights await

Big up to Sanford Biggers. www.sanfordbiggers.com

Big Up to Big Bruhz keepin the sisters laced...even if
with brass knuckles fit for a face.

First Annual Soul/Spoken Word Festival jumped off in Oakland
at the top of the month. We are very thankful for those of you
who reach out and support our efforts as artists. Some think
I don't see all you do for me. Your reward comes from restoring sight
to those who can't see.

Clearly i'm nearly finished. Not quite started but quite done
with sum.
Mo music to get with.
No time to set trip
Eager to crack skulls
Eagles don't pack gulls
winded by judas
befriended
tempted to taste but I pimped it
to grace
nearing nero so nimble a fate

fakes bear snakes who love to shed
deep are my shallows you love to tread
lock not for I dread
quick to holla code red
then cough up blood
choking on the shit u said

remember me

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