Lyrics P.S, With Love - Teknical Development.is

You know, sometimes you gotta do songs
For the people that can't really express themselves
On pieces of paper don't make me any different
When the sounds plays and the drum kicks I spit love
Speak the mind written reflected on the blank pages
Mental rehearsals of the future walking on stages
Tek the rebel break the revolution
Just words with no actions, no colour codes
Just the uniform to shape the mind
Day by day, is it patience or the chance to reconnect will never come?
Drown the soul in spirits, small walls of percentage
Tip some out for the unseen
Intuitions screaming answers that hurt
Scared to face the ugly blocks forward movement
Mood affected before the rain fell
Mind black before the eclipse hit
Light in the strike makes you more precise
Forever learning, mind wanders... Star Tek
New journeys, love to travel pace the self when chasing dreams
They turn to nightmares in the blink of an eye
Down goes another one, hard to survive
Chasing dreams or fight the nightmare out in the open?
Too close to close the door
Can't slame it shut
No choice but to deal with this face to face
Reflections
Chasing dreams or fight the nightmare out in the open
Too close to close the door
Can't slame it shut
No choice but to deal with this face to face
Reflections
Lonely spaces, no creations, imaginations can't conversate
Attentions stollen, mental slave masters whip the body of thought
Mental scars got people scared to think
Can you relate?
Hear to see where i'm coming from
Push the message through your mind's letter box
Cold times make way for frozen hands
Break the ice raise the temperatures
Polarise again, switching sides dusty rooms just need cleaning
Mental homes where the mind lives
The outside world reflect the turnaround
Faith in the self makes the ropes disappear
Leafs fall as the seasons change
Reappear and do the same thing
Works for nature not for me
Does it work for you?
Can't deal with the same cards dealt
Who holds the weight of the real change
Too broke with legs to weak to walk
Holes in pockets or the self beyond the standing figurine reflected
Chasing dreams or fight the nightmare out in the open?
Too close to close the door
Can't slame it shut
No choice but to deal with this face to face
Reflections
Chasing dreams or fight the nightmare out in the open?
Too close to close the door
Can't slame it shut
No choice but to deal with this face to face
Reflections