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Time slips through like knocks on the front door
See, I’ve heard it before so I ignore it with the same force
Open up the hatches, lay a golden egg and smell the fumes of the matches
Boom goes the head when it’s lights, camera, action
Rooms lit on fire, desires of an assassin
Piece the fragments, take the fractions (and) start adding
Atomic bomb dropping from the bottom of a cockpit
Stop it when you land it on the red dot of the target
See me in the far end while you’re sealed up in that carbon
Razor sharp, halogen light saber darkness
Mark it with the gun powder left from the murder weapon
Urban legendary wings clipped, so I’m bleeding

Sweat on the forehead drips like a hurricane
Devastate the forest, trees bend like time,
But stay rooted through the floor bed
Soil then becomes mud, moving creatures out to the sea
And there I still stand, with the scriptures in the hand
It’s the picture that I’ve, planned, when I’ve scanned the territory
It’s the splitting of the atoms
Matter then unloads, explodes in the pupils
Few then can behold the ceremonial mastodon
Stomping on the ground, until it’s broken up the sound
Wave in the air, if you brave enough to dare
Devil, I’mma write a letter, so you can beware
Wolf, I then become when the moon begins to stare






Tear down the broken piece of canvas that I haunt
Crying out wolf, when peter knows that it’s false
Will get you nowhere quicker than a broken mirror
When my image does appear, fist with a cold motion
Swiftly in the air
Plane, I reside on the open side of a box
Hopping out the rabbit hole, then wiping off the moss
See, I’mma keep it real, when the film begins to spin
Feel the beats pound from the entrance to the exit
Its an undetected visit, an eclipse of the full moon
Carpal tunnel syndrome on the fist that wouldn’t bloom
But now then entombed in a room inside a cave
The volcano will soon erupt when you’ve sealed the barricades

Bleeding from the – eyes
Sweat from the – cuts
Tears in the – ears – of those who cried wolf

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from The Thought Bubble Mixtape, track released January 1, 2007
Written and Performed by Fres Thao
Produced by Beats a Bound

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Fres Thao Minnesota

I am a Hmong American poet, Hip Hop artist, multidisciplinary artist, activist and educator. My life long love of poetry, Hip Hop and storytelling has spawned eight albums, including Illegoalien’s ‘Blank Canvas’ and a vinyl release of my ‘Mind Full Of’ album, and one book, Lullabies for Happiness, A Manual for Love and Peace. ... more

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