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Fantasznizzle Forest

tsurikoko:

Da summer breeze knocks, And when I open up tha window, I hear tha chirpz of birdz wanderin from afar. I put a half-read book aside, And say wit a smile, "Where did you come from?" With mah blindfold still on, three up in tha afternoon... Da ghetto is surprisingly simple, But itz me whoz bizzare, With complication Which no one eva understands... Outside tha town, up in tha forest, In dis doggy den beyond peoplez notice... Yes, thatz why none eva come ta visit.

Don't make eye contact! With a hardened ass, I resign ta loneliness, Livin up mah minutes seein only "things"... All I know is whatz up in stories, And if I long fo' tha ghetto, Just a funky-ass bit, will you forgive me fo' it?

It faintly flowed along; Even up in dis irrationalitizzle I started doin thangs into, Surprisingly, there was game, Somewhere inside mah dirty ass. Tell me, won't dat wide ghetto In which I imagine a wild future, Whether it be todizzle or tomorrow... Won't it knock on mah door?

As I was havin such fantasies, And gazin outside, I suddenly heard one of mah thugs bustin lyrics... I knocked over mah half-drunk herb tea, Spillin all dat shiznit over tha desk. "What is I ta do...?" I thought, starin past tha door.

"Look mah playas up in tha eyes, And they'll turn ta stone..." Thatz what tha fuck mah muthafathas had heard, And it seemed mah eyes was tha same... And tha way dat always goes up in stories Well, such playas is ta be feared. I knew that, n' thatz why.

A thumpin sound echoed out, Da first knock I'd eva heard. And ta say I was nervous... It wouldn't be like enough. Let me say, dat wild ghetto That I imagined ta knock In reality, it opened tha door Much mo' easily than I expected.

Findin me cowering, coverin mah eyes, Da thug was surprised; "If I look you up in tha eye... turn ta stone.", I stammered yo, but he just smiled. "I've been livin afraid as well, Afraid I'd turn ta stone... But wouldn't tha ghetto be all kindsa much better Without dat fear?"

Reverberatin peacefully, My fuckin ass overflew wit imagination, And a lil' bit of it rang up tha fuck into tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. And tell me, you whoz ass came ta me To teach me on some wild future. That if I be eva lost again, You'll be here waitin fo' mah dirty ass.