Union Square Nightmare?
Imperialists... they spookin around,
dreadheads frown
pigs split the lips
uncurl
When the pigs split
...the game continues
Bud?
I need 5.
You take Xanax?
Sticks, yes.
Take it right now...careful! Fantasy becomes reality.
Because I got hooked up
with trees and anti-anxiety.
I feel good because I burned
on the stoop, now
High we stand and declare
"I feel good!"
-Gwant
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