but we just keep on pinchin pennies til our fingers turn white
& stack up our dimes til its a whole inch in height, cash em in & take flight
ascension. circlin above the earth. suspension. a full foot above the dirt.
& when we float upon some disguised obstruction
we latch upon our art with tremendous suction
& hold on tight for the ride, make sure our ropes keep taut
for our cargo is precious its waterproof cases full of thought
& when the world is ready, we shall unleash the sounds
see, i write in blue bcuz i know the hardship. & its a hard shit.
& the speedy sprinters blastin past may make us look lethargic.
but honestly we r just takin our time like turtle
we r the ancients built to last takin our time climbin hurdle.
& we will reach the finish line my friends please dont fret
& the promised land will b golden. moldy muggy warm n wet.
i have faith in the universe, & i keep it in my shoe
n i still hang the raftas cuz i hafta, just until we break on through.
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