Humbled from entitlement

Ashamed of my own displacement

I'm on a tear

I'm on a tangeant

I was just here.

But where have I been

Most this year has passed

And I'm still here,

I still don't get it

A divine circumstance

Souls—

So long,

So gone,

Almost

The time has come to walk

The time has come again to rise,

Rise up

The time has come to walk, come on

The time that's come is ours,

From now on

Give me time to walk,

An. Hour or so

A trot, the fox

Time to run

An hour or nothing

The founder of the establishment

The Tower of Babel

Another arrangement

The flounder, the fox, the horse

Come one, come all,

COBE one, come now

The walk or a run

A gallop, or trot- the horse

A crown for a gallon of water

A gallon of water

A gallon of water

I know who you are my son;

Come one, come all

Come mother, come father

Come dog, and come brother

A sister, another

All for a walk in the park

I lost it

All for a gallon of water

A gallon of water

Persons//Archer

Action/comedy/ mocumentary

The precinct assigned to the high traffic high transit and high crime area of Jamaica center in Queens, New York City is equally as devious and criminally minded as it's high populous counterparts- parson//archer follows a hilarious variety of NYPD officers from recruits to veteran officers assigned to patrol every facet of law enforcement from transit, to traffic major crime investigations—murder and robbery, All taking place within the 6-block radius of the Parsons Archer neighborhood near JFK International airport

JOSH

You are giving me angina!!

DRAKE

angina?

JOSH

Yes!

DRAKE

With my MUSIC?!

JOSH

YES!

DRAKE

SHH.

JOSH

DONT “SHH.” ME. YOU “SHH”!!

DRAKE

SHHHHHHH! Here she comes.

Express my discontent

To discontinue the unamusement

More water, more water

Your system is suffering.

‘Kill all of them, all of them

Calls from the governement

It's all a spectrum, a construct

Divorce is unnsesscary

Once he hits you

All institutionalizations

Become null in void, in fact

Under attack from your ex—

It's an exit strategy

After he comes to your dreams, you just laugh at him

Pull all his hair out

Congratulate the girlfriend, cause

As it starts over for him

You find ground in a brand new dimension

Where he can't get to you

The land of bad parenting, man

Ma'am, there's a bathroom over yonder

If you were wondering

You've exposed your daughter in the park

Amongst all of us

I like to go for a walk or a run

But unfortunately have become. Quite predictable under the circumstances

Of hummus sandwhiches

And garlic mashed potatoes.

(But it was delicious,

I've got no regrets here)

The dragonfly asked me to write this

As I admired them

I give God all the love

Even coming from Hollywood

Where I haven't mattered.

I finally got a new skateboard

Thanks for the manifestation

Or maybe just payment for being

Tape recorded without my permission

Or kept in the neighborhoods where restrictions on nutrition are strictly enforced—

Of course, can't have the American workforce with too much energy

There's just no money in that;

No escape from slavery, but suicide

Or two nice, blue eyes and pale skin

No! You can be dark skinned—

That is, if you're skinny and pretty

With all the right connections

I just can't fight this

It's flight facilities all over again

-A call to adventure

Don't get too close to the monarch—

Because you might scare here

And she's the only one you've seen here,

Like that

So glad that part's over, I'm being honest—

All my prayers were answered,

As just yesterday morning

I woke up with a song in my head

In your voice

And your words on my heart,

But they're all gone now,

Just as you are

And—

Not that I ever wanted to know anything so awful

But I'm glad for your island—

Now onto the next one

No more crossovers, Illuminati.

Sounds like it was all what I was caught up in

Writing my story

But nobody's on my side,

Not really

It's something like

Humanity and sapiosexuality

All rolled into one

And the role I was playing

Is all done

So glad for your family

But mine has unraveled

I'd like to travel,

But so far,

Still stuck in the poverty;

A horrible mother—

And my husband's haunting me

Not that I've ever been married or anything so far,

It's just all a nightmare

I haven't woke up

To be born yet

Goodness

For Goodness sake

Hollywood, and all the fakes

I'm slightly superstitious,

But that's as attractive as it gets and,

I just can't have it

It's only a habit,

This sapiosexual game we've been playing

With fame

And the music you're making is

Shaming me for praying

For this exact answer

Now I'm just sick to my stomach

There's no Whole Foods market in Flushing

But I've still got half a chinstrap and

All of the sermon of words I've been swallowing

Translating the rules of the game into Spanish

And I might be celibate forever

But that's irrelevant

And probably the cause of

Whatever happened

In downtown Los Angeles

Downtown Los Angeles

EXT. DTLA SMOKE SHOP. NIGHT

I could be alone and poor forever l,

For just thinking I will be

According to the secret

I could be alone and broke forever

For just being constantly surrounded

By people so miserable

And jealous of talent, creativity, and musical ability

According to the secret

Pretty white boys and their secrets—

But for the most part, I believe him

Predominately, anyway

I'm non binary enough to know

Females are pretty vengeful

Especially once you ghost them

And Hollywood is evil l

So it only costs $10 for a favor

And $10,000 for someone to dissappear

$100,000 for a single with Skrillex

And about half that for 10 million followers

Cause everyone's a robot , for the most part

And sex starved

Ticketmaster

I could be broke and lonely forever

Just for being caught up in this Illuminati nonsense

Cut!

—luckily the trains are coming faster and

All the skyscrapers are very high up, plus

It's all synonymous,

According to the secret

I could be secreting words as easily

As preaching sermons,

Or reading scriptures

Sucks being right about everything

Sucks being right about everything

sucks being right about everything

Cause everything is everything

And honestly,

I was just hornet

Not retracting my statements, at all l

Pretty white boys and their secrets

And I could manifest one, according to the secret

But what good would that do

When white women hail over everything

Such as the firing of Mr. Justin Roiland

For scribbling penises or

Amber Heard, for lying on Johnny

I give up on everything,

Especially my certainty

For now I'm just a bigot

Reciprocating hellish experiences

Overall, though

No matter how non-bianary I am

I was always and still am a woman

And men don't just want one

They all cheat on all of us—

According to science,

It's just how they're wired.

and wives are just trophies

(Especially the white ones)

Just look at John Legend

Or John Mayer, never married

But look at the track record

Or track list

Nothing darker than a brown paper bag, then

Is there

So, what have we, Disney

A black frog princess

And a black half-fish rendition;

Cause black girls aren't human,

Not really

“Not MY Ariel!”

Although,

The whole world is now filled with color

I've been too fat and too dark to be pretty

For too long to be reprogrammed

Sorry, not sorry

God,

I'm so hungry

And I've still got half a ciabatta, but

I just want someone to love me

That isn't as traumatized

As I am

God,

All I want is a dog and a daughter

But I've still got nails in my arms, from the cross

And a scar on my heart, which is turning to stone as I turn over another

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