Allen Ginsberg
Second coming
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This new generation, phosphorescent
Is making me like nothing else made me before little baby
This new continent I'm traversing
My feet walking
One and one by one
Meter by meter I'ma make it all happen homies
I can promise you that homies
Because I feel like doing it and I will do that bros
Yeah and I think you're fucking crazy
At not having done that already in your past babies
You fucked up your streets your cities stupid homies hoеs
I don't like your system and I don like your VIPs
I think thеir sick in the mind they should be killed
One and one by one on a hifi homies so be it
Ready for the return of the new generation
The beat generation that you thought was dead
Like a zombie I think we're coming back
One and one by one
Little Jack I can see you getting birth-another-day
Little Michael I am waiting for you come back home babe
Little Lawrence I think I'm fucking forgetting Thee
As if I was a ninety-nine years old man
Yes I'm a old man inside babies yeah
But even on the outside I mean what the fuck
Thirty-seven years old is really a lot
Into this fucking lifetime that I’ve got
I think I might use in it until the last drop
Because I think that this world is worth a saving
And I think that you're just a bunch of stupid babies
Because you fucked up with my planet
You stupid homies I think I might kill you on your hi-fi stupid hoes
I don't like you
Final warning from the beat generation returned, mane
Revelations like in the bible mane
Your John
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