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Nomad rapscallion, last stallion out the gate. Breakin
late - shit last year I was barely makin weight, so ha-
ters hate, won't even play my tape. Fuckin sleepy heads. I've
got insomnia; I just prefer to stay awake. Move from
place to place. Y'all suspect it's randomly-selected rambl-
-ing. Correct except I'm handily collecting family.
Hectic scrambling cuz life is never how I planned it. Be like
welcome to my beautiful, dark, transient fantasy. From
west club, chest tuggin me across the continent. I'm
lost and wandering but awfully confident. Left my Bull
City fam in a full mini-van; it's now clear: they
say it ain't where ya from cuz they ain't from around here. So
where you at then? Gotta check the map then. I'm
makin moves, shakin loose, better be strapped in.
Breaking rules, approaching the limit. There's no place I haven't
actually been; only a distance. Your whole existence
is Newtonian physics: an object in motion stays
in motion till it's totally finished like the moon
wanes and opens creating waves in oceans. That's that
can't stop, won't stop crazy notion. Still
rollin like the brakes are broken. When you gonna settle
down, homie? When you gonna level out? Never.
What you tryna reach, dude? Nothing. I don't even
need to. Stop pushing; just move and be moved. It's
all process. It's all practice. It's all another
page of the atlas. The planet while it turns on it's
axis. I'm only here to travel on, bearded vaga-
-bond, so when I'm leaving y'all can feel free to tag along.
Otherwise, no hard feelings. It wasn't meant to be, and
if I keep moving, I'll come back around eventually. Un-
til then, just love. I'll leave by noon. No-
-where to go, but I'm getting there. See y'all soon.
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