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I've come to the idea that in whichever genre, the music that speaks to the soul has one thing in common, which is a vague notion of what I've started to call "weight". This beat has weight.
I needed my composition To write what was undone Staring in my opposition Feelings to the drum Suppressing emotions til I goes numb And watch the word eat this slug Let this mouth talk as I run If these tears don't speak Help Then how it should come? All I need All I need All I need All I need Love..support... cause these drugs...I abort Wake up with a smile...it's all good Hide myself...in this hood Check my psychie...as you should When I talk about my mental state It must be welcomed..none shall be afraid Sometimes I wanna vent...but that's not my place Even weirdos need a dose of truth to air out its slate All I need All I need All I need
What you know about me sipping cold lean Addicted to the beans Lost my home on phone call with moms so it seems I’m lost Been feeling the frost for a cool whole winters What you know about cold Losing friends What you know about old Losing family What you know pain Till you’ve sat in the rain Lost it all questioning the sanity Promising you won’t use profanity Church on Monday I call that good deed So deep seeded I am deep rooted I am Not the man I once imagined myself to be What you know about me
Oh God. Give me the nod I’ve been sparing the rod Give me permission to bury the bod I’m preparing the sod Digging this hole is breaking my soul But I do what I’m told It feels like I have to be cold Like I’m losing control How in the world did I ever get old? I was breaking the mold I was the one who would live forever Aging was making me better I was a child and we were together A bond nobody could sever As life forces you to shed your youth It is revealing your truth Tears dry, becoming aloof Stuck in the same spot, awaiting the proof How can faith be material substance When your faith has been shaken? When God allows the mind to idle That’s when the demons awaken The demons enter when spirit is open Into the ones who are broken We call to them with words that are spoken Drinking and smoking. Tangible coping. Drunk and alone on the side of the road Asking God to carry the load There was no savior. Every turn Led to destruction. It had to burn. Learning to fly, building the plane. Sewing the wound, feeling the pain. Mozart in the dark, staring at rain Whispers growing, “Your prayers are in vain.” This is despondent. This is morose. This is Zanax and Prozac, infinite dose. It isn’t depression, not even close This is when ghosts come and whisper the most This is when those who have gone intercede Connected to source. Their spirits are freed. It was their prayers that planted the seed That sent you the gift, fulfilling the need. That gave you every reason to live. Never forget, but try to forgive. And live enough to actualize Overlooking the actual lies. Seeing truth, not what you rationalize First time using your rational eyes What your mind sees, not your natural eyes Not all the stories we naturalize A diet of lies tends to catabolize The soul, then we must cannibalize Those willingly making the sacrifice Who’d happily pay the asking price But what do I know. I have so much to learn I’m Forrest hoping Jenny returns
had to cope with my dope fuck the world they turn cold i could save the world but i rather let it burn shake and break tell em it’ll be okay i dont care if we make it fix it or break it i smoke weeed come and comfort me satan came to take it all these fakes they been snaking we all die at the end of all if i fall point the door had to cope with my dope so fuck the world
(Intro) I’ve never seen a good man. I’ve NEVER Seen A. Good. Man. There’s always flaws always faults always failures. Always lies always fights always wars. All are alien. Alter ego all have an Alias. The Bible says One was born over 2000 years ago. He died. Then rose again. That man was God. I have met Him. I have met God. Through my life, through circumstance, through prayer, through tears, through my own ears hearing His voice. Though With my eyes I have not gazed upon his living face as I would be ash. This is my reflection. I seen plenty of lone left legs on the street… people condemned to a throne of defeat…. So don’t let good luck or kneeling knees tell you you’re strong cause it’s not what we are it’s what we could be What don’t kill you might make you strong But it might make you weak (X2) plenty people broken Match forfeit Hopeless Cinderellas glass kicks don’t fit In the trenches lettin shots off like Tolkien Trade a gun for a sword saying Lewis hold this And Ain’t a magic potion corroding injustice inside of the node of a man’s own wrist What it mean to have a soul but act soulless what it mean to have a soul but act soulless
