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Spilt hot/ milk blot/ silk knot/ lashing to the bed
Rock/ passionate/ the headboard crashing
In the room/ window curtain bloom/ keep the sun choked/
One note humming under you til your gums float

Still I climb fine lines/ lie beside you
Aquiline highness/ mama dropped a dime/ you the finest
Silver spine/ golden hips, behind/ take the title/
When the water rise, listen: daughter's thighs sing recitals

Built right/ milk white/ thick night/ singing songs
Underneath your awning with the yawning moon upon us
Honest/ I could take you to the grave/ slaving just to make you stay
Keep your baby picture in my locket

How'd I break it baby/ take me back/ broken, crazy
Hoping lately I could shake you from your tree/ where you hanging
The house—stranger since you left/ living sideways
Migraines/ eating out of cans, feeling my veins

Arteries hardening/ Girl, you're a part of me/
Bargaining with Lucifer just to get a call from you
Caught a flu/ raw in the rain/ Calling out your name
Never came/ feed the flowers to the flames



Never came/ fed the flowers to the flames/ broke
Underneath the world/ digging pearls in the black smoke
Waiting on her call/ bottle brown bagging falling down
Til the saddest sound/ echo from his slack throat

Belly up/ telly black/ celly cracked/ memories of
Him and she asleep/ a belly pressed against his back
Chasing after him/ haunted in halls/ house of cards/
Saw her panties in the laundry/ made him curl into a ball

And there he rocked/ far gone but for the grace of grog
Naked heart/ spilling his lung into the vacant park
To finally find some solace in hollering/ the ghosts
Made solid by the hollow bass croak

He dance around the track/ last hope a glass boat
Bound to black out the second he lay down the last note
He eat/ sleep/ breathe beats/ sleep standing up/
Hunched over the box/ fuck a job/ keep slamming cuts

Line after line/ grind salt into the wounds
Time after time/ Nine/ a' offering to the muse
He swallow down cheap swill/ spit out a gold tune
In a cold room/ waiting for you/ under the blue

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released 14 February 2012
Lyrics by Plucky Walker. Production by Al Lover.

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Plucky Walker is a lost island of rap, a freestyle savant whose hunger for improvisation and contrary disposition has led to ... more a bitter lack of recorded output. A sworn enemy of swag, focused on vibrant storytelling, and armed with a dizzying array of styles, his story is one rife with near-death experience, drug abuse, larceny, heartbreak and incarceration. In many ways, the story of hip hop itself less

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