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Alex Art
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I was always working steady, but I never called it art.
I got my shit together, meeting Christ and reading Marks.
It failed my little fire, but it spread the dying spark.
Go tell the young Messiah what happens to the heart.
There's a mist of summer kisses where I tried to double park.
The rivalry was vicious.
The women were in charge.
It was nothing.
It was business, but it left an ugly mark.
I've come here to revisit what happens to the heart.
I was selling holy trinkets.
I was dressing kind of sharp.
Had a pussy in the kitchen.
And a panther in the yard.
In the prison of the gifted, I was friendly with the guards,
so I never had to witness what happens to the heart.
I should have seen it coming.
After all, I knew the chart.
Just to look at her was trouble.
It was trouble from the start.
Sure, we played a stunning couple,
but I never liked the part.
It ain't pretty.
It ain't subtle.
What happens to the heart?
Now the angel's got a fiddle.
The devil's got a harp.
Every soul is like a minnow.
Every mind is like a shark.
May I have broken every window, but the house is dark.
I care but ***********.
What happens to the heart?
Then I studied with this beggar.
He was filthy.
He was scarred by the cloths of many women.
He had failed to disregard.
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