Spinning

maybe my game is about silence, a way to stop all this violence

just hide away in the black suit, a unique vibe to maybe hit reboot

because i can't match your flow, but i can surpass without audio

doesn't mean i won't try to spit, couldn't give a fuck if it's shit

 

there'll be something there new, a footprint left from a soldiers shoe

gotta perpetually spin my thing, like a tazmanian devil but a god within

been on this journey so long now, bring it on as it's where i bow

see my battle is about mutual love, shown through a peaceful poet glove

 

it just had to go a bit crazy before, to prepare me for this solid core

the storm around me is what i made, lightning and thunder my work laid

so i could see the ones true inside, paving a way as an echo to guide

through lands littered with clowns, the jokes now on them as we turn around

 

know i can somehow see simple clicks, which ignite my flame and my ticks

cross feedback is my job to deal with, im designed to do this as a gift

flexible to use my art in all places, to try bring together empty spaces

time to shine my light bright here, bring coherence to anyone in fear

 

quickly i shall ignore anyone playing, knowing to focus on what im saving

sense has come from my madness, so i gotta just do this and cure sadness

thanks all with me here so far, this baby needed to hear a spanish guitar

remember who you are and stick it out, don't get lost in mindless shouts