Yeah! Clatter of the boots in a hallway — hey! Frost on the windows got nothin' to say Wit’s sharp like a skate — ok! Let it roll, let it roll, all day Step through slush with a pocket of lines Notebook sweatin’ in political times Cold stares from the folk in disguise Truth got teeth like a wolf in the pines Still I’m scribblin', pivotin', shiftin’ the plot Snow falls same on the preacher and the cop Micro-agenda in a coffee shop Missin’ the point like a tourist snapshot Stomp through the hush like stereo boots Words carve trails through logic loops Slang in the wind like a paper chute Never melt down — we compute truth Hey! Bounce in the frost, got fire in my step March like a verse when the signal’s slept Sound off in code when the roads are swept Grit in the beat and the ice ain’t left Barcode dreams in a snowfall grid Every step tracked, every act amid Lyrics like frostbite — subtle but hid Shake the silence like a parliament bid Syllables storm with a zip in their vein Pulse of the street in a freezing frame This ain’t fiction — this is real terrain Ink bleeds truth when the snow’s insane White sheet world, but the thoughts stay loud Write in code when I duck that crowd Freeze in place, but the lines move proud March on frost with the past unbowed Stomp through the hush like stereo boots Words carve trails through logic loops Slang in the wind like a paper chute Never melt down — we compute truth Yuh! Bounce in the frost, got fire in my step March like a verse when the signal’s slept Sound off in code when the roads are swept Grit in the beat and the ice ain’t left Snow don’t mute what a mind can bend If it starts with the word, then the drift won't end Let it hit like that — again and again Stereo boots — tap in, my friend
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