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They say Addiction’s a disease so let’s treat it like a mixture of amazing grace and take the time of day to pray, at least please
Say my name, the fame is getting to your head again resistance to the force of self discipline; left you writing lines to wash out my voice-& that’s your choice. Bigger than Abraham I am that i am the great. Able to create and kill by the sword and your fate, in your hands is not yours
on the 2nd floor the loft lofted out. All the kids left by themselves talk about lord of the lusts, shirts too low and skirts not enough. The chains to my ship caught my drift and I’m trying to breath, break it up, wake it up, fake it up. Fake phony me competes constantly with my inner-being. I’m sick of seeing Her arms in my sleeves, and her feet in my sneaks.. this city ain’t asleep. That’s just the thing.....
Move within myself, a Wooden spoon of sound. Magic gettin jealous and the cipher get a crown. Dreams of tiny colonies, awaken the means And agree to bleed balistically, freaking sour cream. poisonous sorrows. Seize the day some sacrifice tomorrow. Dodged and shake dat shadow casted by the sky. Everything simple and I never ask why. More Mistakes made with a paintbrush, massaging your brains chronic state of: static. Crawl through an attic. Missed your intuition back when you had it. But you know when you’re an addict. You can’t compete. As you whisper underneath of it. The moment translated roped by hopeful recollection. Artists need our thanking- we’re absorbed with inspiration. Vibes illuminates your eyes and face like a light: relationship defined, Diamond in your pupils make your eyelid translucent. Next chance, when I win. My minds been baptized on an island. Sanctified the sand between my hands built this city in the style of a dying man.
Megorium is chilling with her higher being. Accused of a lot of things. You want to know the real me? Peel me, feel me like a tangerine. I’ve landed in the element just for the hell of it. Better yet. Mention dinosaurs, and then your selling it. Leave out the ice age, eat up your rice cakes. College town, growing up, exposed to the bright ways. Highways, frying balls, Thom yorke and kylay. In my days.