Gil Scott Heron I did not become someone different t RIP Friday Gil Scott Heron That I did not want to be But Im new here Can you show me around? t RIP Today is a new day Its a me day, its a you day Its a my day. Its a Friday HA Every words a politician Im sending on missions To mouth my words in exorcism To turn the heads and feed the chasms Im on every level Public organasms, spasms Glad Im here to be the here then disappear Heres my mayor wave Heres my grassy knoll on brains And heres my brains on pavement And in the scooping hands of my darling Heres an echo of the snarling reaping intent And its intense yes And I know, Why go anywhere else for your supply? Cause Im that guy Im that guy Cause Im that guy Im that new here, new year, here to change your structure I bit the Crusher Hit the usher in the face then stole the church I sold the perch, thats why those birds above are lurching in circles Certainly absurd Search for the button you press to find Im gonna sip a little bit of coffee And then Im gonna draw these lines With a pen in my hand Its like lines in the sand When youre sweeping for mines Or laps in my mind My brains in my lap and Im unentranced by all its interventions I hit tilt, and refresh my dimension Blessed the blessed, weak and meek Its friday and my brains not fried Its like a picnic Shhhh. Lets shuffle our shoes This is for all of you drowning clues at the opportune Tomorrow cant wait for the zombie Apocalypse To eclipse all babbling baboons in my cortex Mashing words that would be sliding out of my nostrils by now Outta site out of my god damn mind Just send a little interconnected nervousness notion Once you get your vote in, Im blowing up the booth Walking down the boulevard of sentence, peruse, go ahead and pursue But beware, you may get bruised You may get bruised I was trying to get a cheap seat to my defeat Got offered for my meat beat, and feet cleaned and a little nice bag of street treats But I felt ravished by that moment and i laid down instead An Ocean in the gutter that I rested washed me away I was digested, my taste was tested, my waste was vested waist was vested? And spit out A guarantee, no cost to me, or possibly, Im lost at sea In the organs I forage Wading through storage, Im apt to just forfeit Its me and the splintering infinite other identities that share the common word me or I Im shit out into a giant sty Look up to a sky Dont look down on this guy Or do Its friday And Im new
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