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Down & out
- Looking at the centre of the middle,
- take a second by solving the outer riddles.
- I learnt to lift the lever and enter the huddle,
- Just a few homies and moi'
- we meet up and than were down and out',
- I'm pretty much knee deep with 50 degrees c.
- we all up and around summertime heat,
- But down below before that freezing wintertime shows.
- People telling me to simmer down,
- you know how it goes.
- Heres a tip. A wiinner in my eyes
- and never a loser
- glows utmost like fireflies and so &so.
- We all rowdy round here son.
- Don't ask me why bro.
- I could almost hear faded bass pounding,
- And the vibration surrounding the room.
- Fuck being speechless when evierywhere and
- Everyone is cheery.
- I make an attempt to come up with nothing still,
- I guess I'm weary,
- but In all honesty hearing a sonic boom,
- go boom is all thrust from whatever goes on up above.
- And if we all blow up with an atomic bomb.
- I ain't hitting the floor, I'm reaching for the sky.
- Imma Prepare myself till I find a chair, in a muggy room.
- Than link up with my way of lucky shammrocks.
- But fuck it Imma just take a seat
- While listening to the insync beat, put it on repeat.
- We all cheering while the toast Of an ice cold beer is
- Fulfilling. "Clink."
- We working with conserving the meet and greets.
- While life strongly defines discreetful languages.
- Such a powerful impact like I remember way back,
- The town streets, me and a knapsack,
- full of marijauna trees. never heard of mortality rates
- with people in under their graves.
- Early in the morning,
- and im making three square meals
- Two out of three are sandwishes.
- No complaints,
- I'm full of oxygen with the air that sourrounds me.
- No chances to faint.
- Sinner or saint I''ll take my chance
- Open up the sheets of many loose leafs.
- I'm mainly speaking for myself,
- while they say your beefing.
- Calling names like you small, little weakling.
- How about take a peak up at the sky, dusk or dawn and
- See what you seek out.
- I try to keep stories on stories just nevermind bout'
- These secretive lyrics.
- Post em up, cause I dug them out''ve the ground.
- Nearly needing rituals to forsake excorisms.
- Polterguiests and all.
- Rest In Peace.
- Bless my soul I've been consealing
- record players like their screeching
- Or could it be my mechanical pencil.
- Either way ,To many questions,
- without an absolute explaination.
- It's hesitation, but been deciding
- optomistical conclusions.
- Sun rise to moonlights, I never quite got it.
- The world's confusion has me binding in with it
- With people saying
- Sign here and initial there,
- I got a signature flow.
- What I'm saying, is either a waste of my time
- or a pause in their time. Imma trace out my subtitles,
- Make the most out of this
- or them YouTube blogs
- where they got their lyrics written in dedication.
- my piece of paper is where I have mine memorized.
- Remember In spirit,
- why we live in poverty on top of new
- and true prosperous futures.
- Never had a chance to start geometry, my lost, cause
- Of my insecurities.
- This and that, than who, what when, where and how.
- I like the sound of that
- but my type of Poetry to me,
- is the hype of every single one of my forbidden rhymes.
- Hidden in the shades of any thing dark.
- We outta the stratosphere,
- where all my stratigies inside
- make The space shuttle disappear In thin air.
- Underline and define Whats theirs and Whats mine.
- Plus a straight line through the treaty.
- We only here for a little bit.
- No short cuts or easy way outs,
- Life trivia for the people whose earned their rights,
- And faced the wrongs. When in doubt, be pround you
- ran the gauntlet and cut strong ties.
- Every shooting star burns out,
- The way we making life turn out
- untouchable, remarkable
- Sender my condolences for a canairy that,
- withstands in the rain during spring
- To a crow standing out with the colours of autumn.
- Those boundaries are accruing Monday through Friday.
- More solemn than when ever but I still
- I rose up instead of being unloyal
- like my word storing a few syllables
- fuck it if the songs dead and gone, I showed y'all how
- To scope it out from a distance,
- to extinct for resistants.
- Man respect the posisitions of all the underage kids.
- We living
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