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1 - MY MANHOOD IS NOT MEASURED IN INCHES
for every man entrapped in glass
forced to witness this horror
bear witness to our manhood stripped from us
prewritten and unlived
when did anatomy dictate our actions, our thoughts, our heart?
i am not just testosterone
i am a conscience living man
i am not measured in inches
for every flash on the screen
every endowed man i must emulate just to feel adequate
but when we reason we're not flexing muscles
and when we feel we're not being masculine
pray and weep for humanity
what's to be done in the name of "man"?
for every man entrapped in glass
i am not just testosterone
i am a conscience living man
not testosterone
conscience and living
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2 - SHE DRINKS HER PILLS AND WHITE RUSSIANS
linoleum was the canvas for
this blood spattered halo
and these pills and white russians
serve these wrists a scapegoat
sirens in the night
still haunt me
and when you were in my arms
i knew what it was to call you a mother
"you don't need me anymore"
"i'm no good to you anymore"
1200 miles of rape
and 20 years of repression ended on the kitchen floor
with your blood on my hands
draped in my arms
in the doorway
"she's dead"
but these nightmares don't cease
every week there's a new tragedy
linoleum was the beginning of this mother lost
a family los
"you don't need me anymore"
"i'm no good to you"
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my name is 29628146
03:47
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3 - MY NAME IS 29628146
what's the LOS
what's the LOS
what's the LOS of my life
black dust from foreign lands
impedes our ability to reason
beyond these 10 hours of slavery
these rain drops like 10,000 nails
sealing us in this metal coffin
searching for cracks in our tomb
to bask in stolen rays of freedom
abominate this flesh
as it rips
as we bleed
sing this torture on this OP
65 feet above
with this lanyard around my neck headed down
escaping these cardboard cuts
they're killing me
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4 - GOMORRAH'S SEASON ENDS SAVED MY LIFE
relapse in an alley
with a face not mine
these veins not mine
6 years afloat
but tonight we drive deep
sirens so familiar
and these lights are in my dreams
i know this child's face
it is my own
"he's barely breathing, heart's barely beating"
i slip away with him
we stumble about with this needle bleeding our desires
his veins pump our blood as we weep inside
feeling this intoxicating warmth enticing us to lie within
but for a moment...i am ripped away
my fate lies awake so i have struggled and climbed to relive this day
i lay down this disease
to claim clarity and life
precious life
i am awake
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