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Off This Grid

from 3 Pounds of Flax vol 3 by barely free

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Off this grid

growin up I thought rap was a black thing
this map iS a trap, I don't know what i'm asking
fortunes future feral, the musick iS blasting
i'm a paranoid freak til I start relaxing
found the tape, but what was I masking
a world filled with trash, gas & bad acting
my waste of space & facebook what we're lacking
that one thing my dad said bout doing some dad thing
he said, “son I think I raised a rad thief”
he got out a fat sack
I kinda just sat back
& blabbed, “dad, you blow mad trees”
just then found zen in asthma attacking
I gotta book of lies so don't ask where my hat be
the thing about dreams iS that they're always happening
but back to my dad & this that thing
I still can't remember what it iS that i'm asking
til we all fight back & the impact iS lasting
this rooster will crow her cosmic giggle
i'm laughing---GAS
sell your house
smell your ass
this will be the last---ONE
so have---FUN
borrow yer dad's gun
find a real fat one
turn 'em to bacon
I PLAY TOO MUCH
but i'm not fakin
don't be mistaken
ya can't boss this kid
can't wait to get off this grid
with a smallish hen
ya know, an awesome squid

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from 3 Pounds of Flax vol 3, released May 4, 2013

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