Amaru Love - WEDNESDAY FREESTYLE Songtexte

Songtexte WEDNESDAY FREESTYLE - Amaru Love




Feral writer ripping rockets, at all my targets
Attacking every single limb then putting it on the market
To make a quick measly little profit then putting flowers upon the coffin
With the grave spelling gone but never forgotten
The rotten corpse rises with the many slices and now it's all mindless
The lifeless look it gave there's no saving this amazing individual, additionally lowered the body back
Right inside of the coffin, it made a crack
I awoke from this deep sleep on this sleek ground and my feet are bare
Beware angry dogs the sign that I seen, but I didn't care
I got back straight to the crib my hair was a mess
My lip was busted, but I am blessed my stare I was looking dusted
In God I trusted, my hearted was sculpted by the masters
Matters of the great teachers power of disaster
I took a minute after, to take a shower
Wash off the blood and nonsense that stuck for about an hour
The power went out without a doubt I was spaced out
Washing away all my sins with the weight out
Afterwards I put some clothes on, I had the stove on
But now it's gone there's not really a crib, I'm just holding on to the fact that I blacked out on the page
Pen and pad was the source of my rage, I ran it out of its gauge
As age settles in on the third aspirin cause my headache won't go away
I'm at the corner store arguing with another Karen
My brethren by my side his soul riding heavens
So many questions, the tension in my life was a mention
Brushed off, got our groceries and got to steppin'
Sat down and thought about the days when we was freshmen
As we ate our snacks looking at the breeze watching all the workmen
My man lights another cigarette, another breath of death
But it doesn't threaten him, his words was the retina
"Keep your eyes on the moment, and never let it up"
Cracked a smile and he took a puff, he hit his cousin up
Told em' to pass by we at the corner store, he had this lie that he was smoking another bud
But for now the story's a dud, turns out I was sleeping in mud
With blood all on my shirt again, wait what?



Autor(en): Isaiah Amaru Degand



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