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Scissor through a silent night, mind on the sunrise
May it bring clear sight with it’s light
Run on instinct and insight
Inside the heat-sink glows pink in false pride
Listen close, these walls think thoughts of hope
Stone syllables speak songs of settling on a slope
Building unkillable drive, will it to dive, build
Skill in the mind, thrill of the five finger spear strike to
Fear’s throat to spill tears and build boats
Terra-firma soak, sea swallowed the oaks
We rode the flow, never fled when levees broke
Horizon’s bow an omen of dropping the yoke
Dropping the cross, severed signals to god
Killing the cost, stay the path when I plod
Wandering, never lost, putting past to the rod
Time to let it fly, heaven-bound and slipshod

[everybody’s got it hard, everybody works hard
Everybody’s hard, it’s a farce but it’s honest
Fate placed the wild card upon us
Sunrise light writes recursion on your life’s shards]

Blue orange and red
Yellow disk, fixed perspective dead
Leaves, lead teeth, empty sheaf
Plenty beat, sleepless beneath
a sky pleated cotton wreathed
in Eden's light like a dead star
seen between a lightyear’s flight
To mine eyesight slighted
By the limelight I shine right
By my time to find fights
To pick apart within the conduit
Between my brain and heart solder bonded it
Early on, I haven’t squandered it
Parts of me prefer to slaughter it the more I ponder it
But a rising light reminds me why it moves
Tells me that there’s nothing left to prove
Nothing left to lose, Reminds me that...

[everybody’s got it hard, everybody works hard
Everybody’s hard, it’s a farce but it’s honest
Fate placed the wild card upon us
Sunrise light writes recursion on your life’s shards]

It’s all about
The way the sun strikes me as I wake, break of dawn
Coffee and a cigarette with things to make, I sing a song
That I’ve been writing ever since I made contact with adulthood
Improvised to try to do what and adult should but
What’s an adult but a child with some years in ‘em
Catapulted forward to get some different fears in ‘em
‘Til he’s getting beers in ‘em, weary of the limits imposed
Unclear as to where he should or shouldn’t stick his nose
So I flow like spit, going where I go, knowing what I know
It’s hard to see the side of things shown to me by
Cloned sheep, slowed to a creep, thrown a bone
For their fleece to keep the cog greased
So another stoge to the domepiece, blown to pieces
Staying home so I can sit and ponder hope in peace
Hope to piece the loaf so my people can feast
I’ll play your fucking game but only for the sake of generosity

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from Nobody Said This Would be Simple, released November 23, 2013

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Yossarian Waxhaw, North Carolina

My name is Yossarian, I produce and I rap too. My home is a goat farm right on the border between North and South Carolina. I write about philosophy, my problems, and philosophical problems. My beats sound like a drum machine making noisy love to the universe. If you like my music, tell somebody about it. ... more

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