Mind Cuts

every book has a story
But not every mind grasps its meaning
I hear voices in my head
See demons in my bed.
Dead presidents hung from thread
Linger behind politics head.
Black hearts are forsaken
Ignorance prevails
While white blankets
Dance happily above our heads
Cover
Our minds are blind.
Cannibus
Wont kill you dead,
But those jordans tied neatly
Around his neck
Will gladly decapitate.
Let me reiterate.
Cannibus wont kill you dead
But those jordans tied neatly
Around his neck
Will gladly decapitate.
Black spirits follow above me
Take an arm
Break a leg,
His face kinda deformed me.
bit his lip 
N tickled lust upon me.
Fairy dust 
This is luck
My tongue
Traveled his mountains.
Fingers ran through unknown countries.
I made a deal with the devil.
a unilateral mistake.
Upon my soul 
My ribs banged and tugged me
Awake.
Along came 
Along came polly
This nigga is a part of me.
Eye whips lash upon blank backs
residue from unspeakable battles
Speak to me
N make me weak 
Make love to the beat
Come and rescue me.
Produce children through
Lyrics
Orgasims in blank lines.
watch me rise from these ashes
My soul burns alive
Watch me fly.

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