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standtrue.
02:16
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Paying grace to the grave dig it with a spade,
Fate hit you in the face better play your cards,
Spare me time & I can try to spare you the change,
Drawing lines that divide us getting kinda hard,
It's too late what a waste, these ties ain't make the cut,
& I'm not waiting round to see if something's really up,
Facin what's beyond my head I'm down inside the trenches,
Drenched in all these broken thoughts & caught up in my senses,
Life gon' be my wench when I get outta this depression,
Learning to be present til my death, I'm gods apprentice,
Wing span grander than the fees that meet collections,
Took a few tumbles now I know to stay protected.
Ending this pretending like I'm really livin up
To what's expected of me cuz you know that's givin up,
On what my message was to spread,
I'll shred these zeros to the edge,
Yeah Imma send it through this tunnel til theres light up at the end,
Build the puzzle with the pieces of my heart n reprimand you,
Can't stand to see you sleeping on me like a xan do,
You can't prove that I'm a rookie how these stanzas stand true,
My hands blue from writing riddles what the fuck them hands do,
So mans move I'm top cherished & not perishin, canned food
My hands blue from writing riddles man these stanzas stand true.
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harktothehaze.
01:23
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Feel a hark to the haze,
N I'm feeling kinda moody so it's starting to rain,
Change weather with a mood I'm in charge of the days,
N I'm rockin in the groove how I'm Carvin my name,
In the arm of the strange,
& I start to derange when it feels like the dude in me parting away,
Like I'm livin underwater & I start to decay,
Leave these bubbles popped like carbonate drink,
Life's a mystery & I am the machine,
So Imma Scooby doo this rubik's cube & solve it in my sleep,
Hands up get down,
Keep my trousers on the spliff,
You can find me posted on the fuckin browser in a click,
I don't boast so just roaming in the trenches,
Got a bold mind holding knowledge that's presented,
Never been dependent on whats always expected,
These blessings never end so I don't gotta keep a guessing,
I can be a mirror for the clearing of the hate,
We can keep the fear n all the leeriness at bay,
Stay upon the path & you gon make it to the gate,
Move away from the pass and you gon reach a better state.
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sloppyjoes.
02:07
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Crashing in with Maxim it's the baddest n the raddest kid,
Packing on the pounds to the brain with the fattest wits,
This like the hatter with a dagger on his hip,
N these charms make chattering the swagger off the lip, yeah,
I'm the shit ,
Mick Jagger wit the drip,
N you know it's all gold get ya baggage out the whip,
Smoke cabbage in a twist fuck a circle fighting off,
All the evil that be swooping in by wheezing out a cough,
This shits acidic n it's pleasing to the lot,
So it's posted on a pedestal to reason with the gods,
Keep em on the plot n on the dot like Im a script chef,
Weaklings never get it he a demon with a strict edge,
Even if you easin in this greasiness is quick death,
Queezing like the reaper couldn't please me with a sick breath,
She give me sick head sloppy like some Joe's bro,
Top me up n drop me at the top upon the Ocho.
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grapevine.
01:10
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Don't matter if you really ain't after nothin,
You calaterally splatterin these matters round,
Just the passenger n packing up the weed or something,
Homes I know your ghost is really tryna keep you down,
We got a beat the round if we wanna peep the sky,
N if they cheat us they don't need us they can keep the lies,
My back is bleeding from the people that be keeping knives,
Tied into my weakened spine,
Time for em see me shine,
Finding peace of mind lying on a broken bed,
I had the decency to try n make the best of it,
N Now the bet has been raising so these stakes high,
And as these years start to decaying Imma take mine,
Yea we gon break through,
And it's gon take time,
But you gon get it when I send it through the grapevine,
This story's endin with the slaughter of this hate,
I'm only sorry cuz I know we kinda late.
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thegold.
01:19
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Following the path of the working,
Burnin through this cash Imma max out my purpose,
Swervin into lanes that a god went n put me on,
Hurt me in the past but it's just facts that it's worth it,
Cuz now I stay well the stories all changed,
N the gig pays better than the glory and the fame,
All these sorry ass bros been forging in my name,
Tryna hoard up the game,
But it's stored in my brain,
N I Had to chop some tight knots,
It's not what I like i just like to tie lots,
Shirt was was on wrong outs were on the inside,
Hurt but now it's all gone found out with my insight,
We always been right focused on the wrong thing,
Don't make it bad had to remember when my mom's sang,
She raised me right n now I'm gettin pretty tall,
N this life got frames inside all of the walls,
To my pops thanks for taking up the roll,
N Keepin me from putting stains in my soul,
Im amazed by the growth that I came in to know,
It's a game done won they all gave me the gold.
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windowavenue.
03:05
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Been working on it while I sleep,
Burn em often n he's coughing up a dream,
Got lost in my esteem to find the confidence I need,
To see that all these fuckin problems aren't what's competent for me ,
They're deeper running but I know they all the same,
The reapers coming thru to sew what God has Gave me,
Running from him hoping that these stitches never came,
And it left me crossing all my burning bridges in the rain,
Whats in its place can never change,
So I been missing out to risk a little friendship,
Stay outside of circles life is boundless to the end,
Theres a million miles to see beyond a couple feet of fence,
I know we'll make it out if hoping this will pass,
I know the hopelessness will blow over the last few standing,
As we focusin on growin from the past,
Showed us all the ropes as we were poking through the glass.
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Jack Awful Saint John, New Brunswick
A man; A boy.
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