Of a Man with no Sight
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The rhythmic thumping of tuneful thunder
beats booming low basses in every chest. 
Chemistry collides breathlessly. Body 
heat heightens as high notes hit. 
Synchronized steps, slick set-ups 
dictate dominance in this dominion. 
Atmospheric (pressure) as well as (peer) 
creates tension up in here. Up in here 
ain't no mind, just fools actin' "Party Up" 
out, showin' up just to show out. Hi-top 
kicks and shiny time-keepers, 
hipster fits form in the style 
of Obey to Ecko. No awareness
just geckos obeyin' followin' trends. 
Never creating settings for themselves 
just the same ol' delving into devil's 
Hells fashioned in the sad land 
of make-pretend. Make-shift friends, 
Fake relationboats emote happiness 
falsely through emojis. Reality: 
it's fear of being lonely, fear of being 
truly themselves to the point they look down 
on real mothafukkin' G's. 
See theys a wannabe loc, 
thinkin' they can prove theyself in gunsmoke. 
Totin' smokin' heavy talkin' bout they 
funna smoke him cuz his colors aint right. 
Another terrible night in the life.
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