The labor of many peoples’ times over the past four hundred years and change

The slaves functioning with whips to turn the cranks, then tapped for green poison to flow from the bile

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Float, float, float on

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Actions glide near and far for without the wind for sails on Miami Beach

Beach combing after your two month workout plan of racial slurs, from your funky tongue: unbrushed

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Float, float, float on

Float on, float on

The tongues of your bloated male figures switch from forks to knives, forth and back when a ring of little queens stand around them

Stealing their innocence fuels your recessed cerebral cortex with the dopamine needed to throw the hags around in a pile tall enough to cover the spread

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Float, float, float on

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Your allegiance to an alternative discourse pushed by an illusion of a paradise located in a dark hinterland is admirable, but easily defeated with simple, rational logic

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Float, float, float on

Float on, float on

B-Real knows like us to stop the illusions since some people tell me that I need help

Some others can fuck off and go to hell

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Float, float, float on

Float on, float on

No shock, no time to stop the stroke who thinks that a capital method of production

Labors the love lost because of overextension

Since less is more than the least of your basic principles

Whom nothing is something, but very little

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Float on, float on

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