Mosley Wotta - TTKM (The Top)

We of that
two or more gather
but
Semi secular vein
Eagle eye up on raptors
That circle amber wave prey
Keep an eye up/on masters
Tell you how you should pray
Tell you
“only one Jesus”
Jesus!
So many names
Do not label me a Christian
Do not label me a victim
Phenotypic algorithm
Do not label me at all
(Im a) tour legged animal
Gotta go to the stops
We the type to keep moving up
when we get to the top

i aint mad like rat tat tatter more like mad as a hatter
mad as a march hare who marched in here reading tea leaves as data
drunk are Darjeeling and laughter
screaming out over the chatter
im a philanthropic misanthrope
lets hang out
ill'' get so rope

under study ambush coil of empty belly big cat
Cheshire devious smile mischievous
claw foot perilous blood thirst vehemence
well hewn arrogance
ground grown confidence



In this land of bald monkeys
Bald eagles the brand
Divided into two parties
By these co-medians
Laughing key in my pocket
Afore the Locke to the zoo
Throwing feces at gawkers
While rocking a monkey suit
Watch onlookers point fingers
I’m naked chasing you chickens
I’m geeking out and I’m eating
While seated audience
Cringes
There like “that looks disgust-y”
I’m like “well looks here listen, see one of us isn’t hungry fact you paid me to eat, (captivated ticket holder, wrinkled nose in your seat) only thing that’s disgusting is that you want to be me?! You could be up here licking fingers ‘stead your stuck as a freak. Don’t look at me W O K E?”


eyes widening wide oh the radiant child outside that perfect frame
douse mouth and from the crowd will sprout another flame
born of a source that pours every more ,arms spread beneath the rain
got the gate of a horse that was slated for war that just broke loose the chains

WE THE TYPE TO KEEP MOVING UP
ONCE WE GET TO THE TOP

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