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08 Sex Fire & Death

from Raw Story by Plucky Walker

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I’m on the street sweeping cigarette ashes/ having flashes
Of leaving this life/ just skip up a couple classes
The magic of purse-snatching/ lurking/ nagging
Work rabbits under my hat/ it’s old habit

Like old fabric/ comfortable/ Gloves fit/ fuckable
Run swift/ dip in a dive and roll high
When I stroll by pockets to pick/ I’m Cliff Huxtable
Blend in with any of them/ many a men

Housed within a single body/ on a given night
Silver might slide in your room/ bare in the ribbon light
Hiddenite/ jewels and gems/ slip to the dresser
Professor Lex/ tools and tims/ speak confessions

Under my breath/ mumbling sex, fire, and death
A choir kept/ roaring its hex/ firing my chest
In the highest clef/ stumbling back into the passage
Fumbling/ handles of doors/ trapped on the third floor

A child wept/ sirens arose/ I a-froze
Till quiet crept over me calm/ speaking a psalm
Fly through the windows and blinds/ as vines snap
Laugh/ airborne like passion/ wings massive

Never come back to the land/ feeling release
As some peeps on the balcony stand/ watching police
scurry round and round/ wringing their hands beetles and ants
Float above/ loaded and dance/ holding my only chance

Hit the ground running/ a hundred and ten
With jungle gym/ vertical bars spun in my head
And another bid looming/ I zoom/ lucid maneuvers
& lose ‘em while a necklace hang/ reckless/ dang

Slang/ pawn windows in shame/ Faking my name
Julio McGooley/ schooling the game/ fool in the flames
//Spill out the other side/ wallet is waterlogging it
Pockets ripped/ slip in the bar/ playing the optimist

Tomorrow morning be hollow back to a couple dollars
Hollering/ Back at the sun/ rattle a ragged lung
Slung low// fallen from riches hit a couple kitchens
Head to the goodwill and get a shoe and a fitted suit

Then to a neighborhood hid/ up in a stolen skin
Spy/ with my eye on a benz/ violet lens
Mens/ and women walk past/ waving and laughing
I’m looking class/ jacket and pants/ shoe shine: glassy

Splashed/ with sample cologne/ ambling/ stoned
Slash through the damp on the lone/ flashing a phone
Through vile clones/ making notes to dialtones
When night falls, I’ll be back/ jacking these homes/ blown

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from Raw Story, track released August 8, 2010
Beat by Jake One. All vocals by Plucky Walker.

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Plucky Walker Asheville, North Carolina

Plucky Walker is a lost island of rap, a freestyle savant whose hunger for improvisation and contrary disposition has led to 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 rap itself.
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