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ST. ANTHONY

Anthony, if you can hear me
I hope that your better
now that the worst of things
came knocking upon you door.
His face was like real estate.
Intending to mold your fate
he got what he came for.

Making out in the 6th grade.
You were so ahead of your time.
I didn?t make out brother
till I was fucking 99.
In the gymnasium
befriending the big girls,
letting the white boys
join in the freestyle.

Alright alright,
goodnight goodnight
Alright alright, goodnight

Now that you?re number one.
Get down on your
graveyard knees.
Cut loose from this
Newburgh scene.
Return to the fragrant trees.
No animal vacancy.
No cheap mediocrity.
No evidence in the sky.
No eyes to see me cry.

Goodnight.