mtu mwendawazimu
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3/30/2019
Unprovoked
With wild fires in the orchard
Turn up the volume until my ears ring
Rest assured
Wake up in a rage
Drinking my own blood so call me a martyr
Whiplash to remember
Nail in my hand
Ill tie myself up so you don't have to
Faceless manipulation
Our pennies to the bottom of the lake
My babies reborn with the strength of digits in 3 points and grams of a half ounce of cranked hard and brown to drown out any sound made by the neighbors fisher cat
Debunked
Refunked
And the cycle continues
Don't speak.
Racks of smiles
Perfectly played
Give what I want then watch mine fade
Lights out, lol.
The dirty rascats mock and know
My purpose is to balance the good and bad
A God given gift, graffiti to their soul
Who am I to talk
Who are you to listen
Families in south dakota drop jaws as they flip from their american idols to their nations nightmare not knowing nats nestle in their ears for the GRACE OF GOD we mate on a water bed filled with the most viscus fluid that made Fat Joe slow down his motion
Give me a yard.
Give me a rubix cube to line up the yellows and contort the whites, reap the reds and rip out the blues. Take a fucking walk in my shoes.
This isn't a dare its a command quick sand we stand so walk fast but dont knock yourself out I've done it before and then cued the marching band
Unprovoked
With wild fires in the orchard
Turn up the volume until my ears ring
Rest assured
Wake up in a rage
Drinking my own blood so call me a martyr
Whiplash to remember
Nail in my hand
Ill tie myself up so you don't have to
Faceless manipulation
Our pennies to the bottom of the lake
My babies reborn with the strength of digits in 3 points and grams of a half ounce of cranked hard and brown to drown out any sound made by the neighbors fisher cat
Debunked
Refunked
And the cycle continues
Don't speak.
Racks of smiles
Perfectly played
Give what I want then watch mine fade
Lights out, lol.
The dirty rascats mock and know
My purpose is to balance the good and bad
A God given gift, graffiti to their soul
Who am I to talk
Who are you to listen
Families in south dakota drop jaws as they flip from their american idols to their nations nightmare not knowing nats nestle in their ears for the GRACE OF GOD we mate on a water bed filled with the most viscus fluid that made Fat Joe slow down his motion
Give me a yard.
Give me a rubix cube to line up the yellows and contort the whites, reap the reds and rip out the blues. Take a fucking walk in my shoes.
This isn't a dare its a command quick sand we stand so walk fast but dont knock yourself out I've done it before and then cued the marching band
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