Read Tyler, The Creator’s Poem “Tricolor” From Frank Ocean’s ‘Boys Don’t Cry’ Zine

A brief but powerful piece from Tyler.

Frank Ocean shook the music world up over the weekend by returning with a wealth of new material, including his visual album Endless, his long-awaited studio album Blonde, and the rumored Boys Don't Cry zine to accompany the release. As fans collect their free copies from pop-up stores in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, and London, poems, photos and other creative content from the publication has started to trickle out onto the internet. Close friend and former Odd Future collaborator Tyler, The Creator wrote a poem for Boys Don't Cry called "Tricolor," and both screens and a transcript of the powerful piece have been shared online. Tyler also jumped on Twitter to announce that Blonde was out and to thank his "big bro" for "allowing him to be a part of it." Check out Tyler's tweet and read "Tricolor" below.

Los Angeles, California
Text by Tyler the Creator

the early chapters of my book included bus passes
now its tire traction off like fuck crashes, ask him how?
insurance higher than the lease bill, run flats when the feet peel
fish tail, the boy eats meals, tummy ache from my cheap thrills
granny hug the way the seat feel, on the left turn, leave the neck burned
from the frost bit links, size of an earth worm, wasted on last check earned
i’m, expecting this so it aint odd, two 5’s on the paint job, lactose, wide body, fat ghost
grannys watch over me when i act slow, rev till i plateau
keys sorted on the hip, jeff gordon is his mind, life’s forza on the strip
switch gears like i take breaths, wish i had 8
left 6 got skipped, went to 7th from the 5th
more advance than your average,
i like coupes, two shit
when my friends pull up, stops turn into a pageant
but until i get that enzo, its chapter uno
but i know what that bus pass turned into, its magic

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