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hoofing it
bruised and battered <br />my feet are the souls of my ancestors <br />scraping the earth's surface <br />in search of purpose and poise <br />yet so coy with their fetish <br />instead we relish the punishment we get <br />for tepid dreams, scorned gazes, and silent screams <br />i dream a world of flip-flops <br />so we can hip-hop to life's rhythmic pulse <br />entranced by the heels of our fears <br />and enthralled by the tears of our peers <br />i hear twinkle toe cheers
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hoofing it
habitually bruised and battered <br />my feet are the tattered remnants <br />of the souls of my ancestors <br />scraping the earth's surface <br />in search of purpose and poise <br />yet so coy with their fetish <br />instead we relish the punishment we get <br />for tepid dreams, scorned gazes, and silent screams <br />i dream a world of flip-flops <br />so we can hip-hop to life's rhythmic pulse <br />entranced by the heels of our fears <br />and enthralled by the tears of our peers <br />i hear twinkle toe cheers
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bruised and battered <br />my feet are the souls of my ancestors <br />scraping the earth's surface <br />in search of purpose and poise <br />yet so coy with their fetish <br />instead we relish the punishment we get <br />for tepid dreams, scorned gazes, and silent screams <br />i dream a world of flip-flops <br />so we can hip-hop to life's rhythmic pulse <br />entranced by the heels of our fears <br />and enthralled by the tears of our peers <br />i hear twinkle toe cheers