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[focus_in_focus]

Slip out of that skin, baby
Ain’t nothing burn like politics rubbing against your shins.
Ain’t nothing soothe like truths sipping with straws out of
Your veins, so let it swim.
Got shoes sewn from words, dragging in dirt.
Got cloth born from thought, being torn by the masses.
Ain’t nothing claw like the desperate, lie like the desperate.
Ain’t nothing fear like the unsure, strung up in string.
The silhouettes of moving mouths buried in mounds
High as corporations under the shrouding that
is skin to their bone.
Slip away from that shallow shaped like polish and flesh.
Crawl into something deeper.
The rhythm.
The rhythm.
Ain’t nothing burn like telephones ringing,
Don’t ever pick it up.
Ain’t nothing soothe like melodies tickling your
Fingertips, twitching at your lips, scaling the length
Of your throat. The length of your soul.
Turn off the TV’s, throw away the bullshit.
Got homes built by the hands of hypocrites.
Got distractions built by the hands of children.
Ain’t nothing build like the mind, thrive like the mind.
Ain’t nothing live like the honest, stringing their
Instruments with bleeding fingers and smiling teeth.
Slip out of that crowd.
Ain’t nothing leak like mass-produced organs.
Ain’t nothing twist like the same face every minute.
Get stones dug up from somewhere untouched.
Get hands lent by brothers, sticks lent by mothers.
Build your own fucking house.
Carve out your flesh and leave history behind.
Just share it.
Just share it.
Ain’t nothing sound like a voice.
Ain’t nothing move like a revolution.