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its a quarter to twelve.
im feeling well.
take a trip into my mind, to find thoughts.
it’s where they dwell.
and the only thing substantial, that gives me answers.
are the beats, the music, the bees, the trees,
the hive it sleeps.
supports itself with the nutrition that it needs.
totally aware, but simultaneously not all there.
that world around doesn’t care if if they live pure or haunted.
you’d think– that’s what–  we’ve always wanted.
i’d never realized the hive could thrive in my own life.
thoughtful people, people you need.
guide you through struggles and strife.
its alright.
i think i’ll make it through this fight.
so unstable, i would of been the cain to the abel.
straight off the reservation, always lived life with little hesitation.
but on this current track i could be the leader of our nation.
guide the light, through the night.
cause i’ve seen the devil in the darkness...
and he’s holding a knife

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