Black plums getting fatter every summer Half us in the cabinet getting sadder every upper Classic outdoors-man scratching panic on the cave walls Strays out front but plums like baseballs
Plucked from the arms of the earth Hellfire at the school, how are you on about some farmer´s desert I´m in a circle of craters, same as your boot in the trench Defending everything from something, plum juice on my chin All of that kicking and screaming beget a foot in a web You playing footsie with a foot of cement, what you expect? For every bullet I have caught in my teeth I earn a privilege of a trip to be in awe of the tree A hundred years in the future I hope a photo exists Of some historic moment happening somewhere close to the crib
Maybe some heavenly zealot yelling and wielding a gun And there I am in the back enjoying the meatiest plum Oblivious and doing my version of smelling a rose Stupid look on my face I am never En Vogue I was probably in my head about the essence of hope Taking a second so direction could be fed by the grove, no I was probably in my head about some sneakers I seen Oh my god I figured these were extinct, no honestly I see my younger self in pictures and think More plums probably would have been an interesting thing
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