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My genogram looks like a blueprint of the projects
Across these tracks no trains just walking blacks
Inhaling smoke like I’m smoking packs
Polluted trash falling ash brushfires
Combed hair Jordan’s two pairs
If you’re from over here don’t go over there
Shrap metal like fallen rose pedals
No gardens just rough and rocky ground
Till it until the sun goes down and comes back up again
Throwing off the whole solar system
This is wisdom one sun different time zones
Diamonds to rhinestones
Mind blown nobodies home
