Fetus aborting. Cocaine snorting. HIV world touring. Presidential dick sucks. Hospital baby mix-ups, they raising the wrong kid. The whole nation questioned what Tavin Long did. My song slid off their tongues to a deaf ear. A shadow lead me to a grave and told me to rest here. I was so impatient to leave this world behind. These thoughts might hurt your mind. It's like you drink turpentine. I took a sip from a book and opened my eyes. Hoping I rise. Pictures say a thousand words, but words say a thousand lies; from snakes in disguise. Banned from Eden for an illegal feeding. There's freedom in our hearts, but it's mental bars that cage us. Outrageous. I steadily progress while you doubt stages. About Faces. At ease when I leave. Salute my pen. No temp agency needed to recruit my men. Chew the stem. From the tree of life or the tree of knowledge. Learn from the world or be in debt to college. I'm a hostage and everyone wants ransom money or ransom honeys or honeys with suitcases filled with Grants and 20's. I heard this from a dope fiend that holds conversations with Jesus. We all know right and wrong, but we do whichever one please us.
image by: Grayson Perry
words by: Tavin Long
Thanks for sharing ... dope piece
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