Becomer

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These days,
This empty box,
Nothing inside
To soften the crashed pride.

Failed becomer,
get out of the blade,
blend yourself in
like plastic made

Molten words to call you slave,
Bow your head….and just behave!

And you, boy,
Just taste the air,
the wounded hand
has gotten for you.

The white lie is drawing the line
The outcomer jumps from side to side.

Talk to yourself and tell the truth.
Then, this conversation is over.

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from Población 4, released December 5, 2014

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