S1 ep 24- CORPUS: LEFT ARM PART I

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S1 ep 24- CORPUS: LEFT  ARM PART I

Zaf-

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

(Wait atleast 5 seconds)

Your face hit the pavement, didn't it?

>PAUSE

Eh, it did. You require some frozen peas or sumthin'?
Wait, I got a frozen lamb shank, serves the same purpose, you in?

A sullen face with pursed lips tight as an abalone's shell, existed at a slope.

We've all had our chin down at a point or another.

Do you recognize pain as a prolific player.
Lifeless inhabiting life, a weird occupant.

You want the sun the moon rise
You can't get low you bat eyes
Fuck would I bring it
If couldn't mean it
You talking the meanest 
But walking the leanest 
Thank God for adidas 
And all of these sneakers 
They lift you from creature 
Asend you to speaker


Zaf- 

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

He took up trails, things he thought perhaps were bequeathed to and saved for The Whites, the more economically fluid, are them folks one in the same? It seem that way, don't it.

He spent three days relegated to tubes and wires, a man with life forced to imitate the lifeless things, objects. The thing about life as many note is we use our own lives as currency to accumulate objects, at some point in this exchange we evolve to things.

So there he was wired up, held captive by the beeps, atleast they signaled life, his life, he was still in it.

Arv-
I fight for a shot at the morning
Do you what you do I can't call it
Metronomes
Telephones
Held from home
How I get this low
Define it
Align with
The lines that
Sit in my veins
The blood gonna stain
Watch how you stick it
A fatty liver
The facts in the mirror 
Spell out 
Just give up


Zaf-

He took up trails, things he thought were saved for retirement. He took up trails, things he thought were kept for those blessed with leisure. He took up trails, things he thought existed for those who had reasons to exist. Innit true that existence within itself is reason enough to perpetuate life to the extent of control and will?
It is true that depression plagues will? If the backdrop was sunshine and fields of lavander we would actively disinherit bad juju. Often we find ourselves dwelling under the watchful eyes of facades those austere things inhabit many forms- buildings, people, institutions, groups, the animate, the inanimate. Does gaze equate to pressure? Everyone and everything is subject to observation, even the isolated;
he looked upon himself, perhaps God observed him.

Arv-
These hands these feet
These pants on me
My anger beast
We can't go eat
On self 
You yell
All hell
Who be looking 
I can't know
Plus the hold 
Getting more
I empty my store
And beckon these doors
To open up more
I need me some space
I need me a chance
Look at my race
Where'd you think that I'd land?

Head preaching gospel 
Don't let him talk more
All of it awful 
Don't you go waffle 
Be sure of your man's 
Who got your plans
Know where you stand.

Zaf- 

Action does not always mirror intent and that is where mishaps dwell. He wasn't really sure where he stood, or who he stood under. Being a shadow is taxing, it means you are a fragment of a whole, it means you are a pice of the identity in some insignificant way, but never the identifier. 
Bitch you was almost in a coma, you made the decision to give your self to awareness, to live under the lamp of of consciousness, bitch you was almost in a coma what kind of hell would that have...

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S1 ep 24- CORPUS: LEFT  ARM PART I

Zaf-

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

(Wait atleast 5 seconds)

Your face hit the pavement, didn't it?

>PAUSE

Eh, it did. You require some frozen peas or sumthin'?
Wait, I got a frozen lamb shank, serves the same purpose, you in?

A sullen face with pursed lips tight as an abalone's shell, existed at a slope.

We've all had our chin down at a point or another.

Do you recognize pain as a prolific player.
Lifeless inhabiting life, a weird occupant.

You want the sun the moon rise
You can't get low you bat eyes
Fuck would I bring it
If couldn't mean it
You talking the meanest 
But walking the leanest 
Thank God for adidas 
And all of these sneakers 
They lift you from creature 
Asend you to speaker


Zaf- 

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

He took up trails, things he thought perhaps were bequeathed to and saved for The Whites, the more economically fluid, are them folks one in the same? It seem that way, don't it.

He spent three days relegated to tubes and wires, a man with life forced to imitate the lifeless things, objects. The thing about life as many note is we use our own lives as currency to accumulate objects, at some point in this exchange we evolve to things.

So there he was wired up, held captive by the beeps, atleast they signaled life, his life, he was still in it.

Arv-
I fight for a shot at the morning
Do you what you do I can't call it
Metronomes
Telephones
Held from home
How I get this low
Define it
Align with
The lines that
Sit in my veins
The blood gonna stain
Watch how you stick it
A fatty liver
The facts in the mirror 
Spell out 
Just give up


Zaf-

He took up trails, things he thought were saved for retirement. He took up trails, things he thought were kept for those blessed with leisure. He took up trails, things he thought existed for those who had reasons to exist. Innit true that existence within itself is reason enough to perpetuate life to the extent of control and will?
It is true that depression plagues will? If the backdrop was sunshine and fields of lavander we would actively disinherit bad juju. Often we find ourselves dwelling under the watchful eyes of facades those austere things inhabit many forms- buildings, people, institutions, groups, the animate, the inanimate. Does gaze equate to pressure? Everyone and everything is subject to observation, even the isolated;
he looked upon himself, perhaps God observed him.

Arv-
These hands these feet
These pants on me
My anger beast
We can't go eat
On self 
You yell
All hell
Who be looking 
I can't know
Plus the hold 
Getting more
I empty my store
And beckon these doors
To open up more
I need me some space
I need me a chance
Look at my race
Where'd you think that I'd land?

Head preaching gospel 
Don't let him talk more
All of it awful 
Don't you go waffle 
Be sure of your man's 
Who got your plans
Know where you stand.

Zaf- 

Action does not always mirror intent and that is where mishaps dwell. He wasn't really sure where he stood, or who he stood under. Being a shadow is taxing, it means you are a fragment of a whole, it means you are a pice of the identity in some insignificant way, but never the identifier. 
Bitch you was almost in a coma, you made the decision to give your self to awareness, to live under the lamp of of consciousness, bitch you was almost in a coma what kind of hell would that have been.

There was an ivy lodged in your right arm, it existed at an angle. Those three days became the whole of life. Whoever administered it, stuck it wrong. How you've dispensed your life to that point, you've struck it wrong. 

Left arm, why are you a slave to your position? Left arm why do endure your station? Left arm do you think we were meant to be subjugated to our roles? Roles change, roles take on greater significance beyond their origin. You are you, that should be enough. Within the realm of you there is a great array of diversity, you have to seek versions of yourself, you have to achieve higher versions of yourself, you have to exit lower versions of yourself.
Maybe the idea of fighting oppression, changing outlook and consciousness, inhabiting better is a luxurious aspiration, maybe it reserved for them western folks. 
How many times you arm yourself with "I will" and then "you don't", but listen here muafucka' you gotta. If you gotta be here and you indeed are here define yourself, but acknowledge your environment, respect it, because your environment plays into your movements, that don't mean you can't move, it just means you gotta know, it means you gotta seek to know, foster awareness.

Arv-
I unplugged myself to be plugged in
Born with a face for no loving
Asethetics 
Pathetic
You pray for some profits
You don't pocket
Objects
Mindset
Mindless
20's they all leave
The fall leaves
Lay wasted
You are what you tasted
Taste it
Take it
Figure
Bigger 
Build up
Heal up 
On the heels of
Change
You do you 
Till you don't sustain


Zaf-

A part of a whole, everything is a part of a whole. Parts, components are significant too. He took up trails. He took up trails. He took up trails, began walking, began seeding himself back into existence. 

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

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