Friday, April 13, 2012

Niggas in Raincoats P. 1

And the ambivalence, as cylinder, as business gadget, how they peal with shine like casual microscopes and suggest the uncried tears of our fathers appear just in time in for our own to dry as diatribe. Fuck it. Pathos is bad for you. Mythos is dad to you, big papa, he blushes when you forgive him for being modest sometimes even though he gets dissed for it and approached like a bridge during rush hour--don't wanna talk about blackness any longer, wanna talk about proportions and what we're gonna wear to the store from now on and those men you call rappers weep in my arms, all seven of them at a time, all the time. Ever single person you meet, look at them like a golden, million dollar baby.