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• Written by Baxter
I'm trying but
clearly not enough
so I'm stepping up
putting pressure down
melting metal off the pedal
if i don't reach the next level
i'm plotting a spot in the ground
I've been feeling compelled
to dig a deep coffin
6 feet closer to hell
to keep me rotten
nah i'm lyin
i'm a lion
and ill dine
on my time
when im done
my grindin
so if you bring the beef
ill cook your crookedness
and feast on your defeat
i'm the beast from the east
you know what that means
i'm indigenous
you cant even compete
my riposte is roastin
but i'm servin peace
with a side of beats
i repeat
i'm an ascension machine
my engine achieves dreams ingeniously
seizing ceaselessly what i need to succeed
as you breath deep the smokescreen of exhaust
that i leave
listen
transmission is my mission
it may be distant
but it only takes an instant to
fire up the pistons
while your sittin there wishin
n mullin like ur cullin out your melon
i might be a felon
but i'm sly like a feline
so im so fine
living life on the line
and when i trip, i land and just rock
that shit, till i reach the net rocket
and ship
to an intergalactic planets
where they planned that
every kid would grow to be a parent
and its apparent
that the lessons
pass down from grand merits
could convert the nations
into future driven salvation
from the reputation
of the repeated resolve
that never really solved
any of the problems
that affect us all
and that
our environment defines our mind
sits imperative that we try
to use this
to change and guide our youth
to share issues and to do this
would be to choose peace
understanding each individual
and respecting their struggle
is needed to squash beef
communication is key
at least that's what is see
but who am i to these streets
just a walker
a wanderer and a wonderer
and awakened slumberer
a taken for granted problem solver
or am i just takin a break
to be a drama starter
have i made my point harder
or should i say it louder
we are al the children
this is our hour
there is no division
we require precision
w our decisions
so sharp
it'd cut the fabric of space
to ribbons
there's no quitin
were all already in it
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Baxter
Member since March 3 2015