spillen songs

verse 1:

they found me

in the sun in between the clound seams

only write when feelings just expose to my other side that seems

to drowned me

but the only time I feel power is when I put rapper in that mood cloudy

flowers bloom in to soon feelings of reflections are bound around the moon

but thoughts seem to inject feelings over top building and climb

to fought the invisible of ink that delated cartoons

erase the minutes

her face is dented

from the hates that init

the pain is a given

give me second chance to take the the past and resented

clothes is a over mode of my ego that only thin like it is lented

but I'm not looking greatness I found hope but I'm not finished

don't leave in a place of unsettlement when this world gets dimension

I look up to god for gratuided but all I see is a opp. witness

that will send me to the depts of hell instead to the grates of heaven

I feel I'm hated but you'll get that when your a artist

most artists burning in hell why they try to exclude the thoughts of hell

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