YOU BE THE GRASS GROWING

YOU BE THE GRASS GROWING

Life be passing.

Make you feel you vegetable nature.

You be the grass growing.

Why do you fret, mon.

Some say you and me pass.

Fuck you shit.

You shit is what passes.

You like you shit, mon?

Why you squeeze and cry?

You love one vanish?

Love one was not you to own.

You own, no, you wear you soul.

You soul not inside you

You inside soul, mon.

Why cry when you can be the grass growing?

You own nothing, mon.

You be the empty space for inside the soul, mon.

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