paroles de chanson Line Jumpers - Teknical Development.is
Blast
the
verse
and
feel
this
raw
power
Life
in
the
word,
growth
in
the
rhyme
Spill
the
waters
in
the
dark
on
purpose
Drawn
the
unwanted,
split
the
path
no
life
savers
Favour
for
a
favour
fuck
your
conversation
Torment
from
the
whispers
Trap
your
soul
like
the
light
tryna
run
from
the
dark
Pointless
power
in
your
vessel,
face
the
ugly
A
simple
beauty
to
the
neighbours
of
this
mental
war
Focus
mode
when
half
time
comes
Half
the
8,
yo
we
left
with
the
4
Live
from
the
third,,
explain
it
no
steps
Was
the
value
of
your
joy
when
the
ink
flows
Just
another
poet
love
to
express
No
more,
no
less,
write
for
the
self
and
the
other
Who
cares
to
listen
Fuck
who
made
what,
produced
this
or
that
The
scene
so
dead,
the
same
old
same
when
there's
money
to
gain
What's
more
pure,
no
hands
held
with
the
other
side
Frame
another
still
picture
Lost
in
the
fold,
trapped
within
the
corner
Can't
move
stuck,
same
old
same,
poisonous
mould
Nothing
is
clear,
to
many
voices
Violence
is
near,
don't
cry
for
me
Lost
in
the
fold,
trapped
within
the
corner
Can't
move
stuck,
same
old
same,
poisonous
mould
Nothing
is
clear,
to
many
voices
Violence
is
near,
don't
cry
for
me
Another
circle,
yo
another
cypher,
vibe
with
me
Yo
walk
with
me
The
mental
plains
of
life
People
stuck
broken
foundations
with
no
hope
They
rather
know
there's
a
better
tomorrow
If
not
no
fears
in
shade
of
suicidal
exploration
Patience's
is
none,
no
fun
in
expression
Let's
talk
about
what
you
don't
see
Beyond
the
presentation
of
what's
given
sits
the
true
self
The
ones
who
pulls
the
strings
Tek
cut
chords,
I
cut
your
ties
Or
pass
you
the
rope,
yo
either
way
the
help
in
hand
is
near
Basic
instincts
outta
control
Proceed
in
the
jewel
of
the
demon
in
you
Face
the
truth,
what
is
Blessed
by
the
hidden
word,
spoken
death
Fear
the
words
spoke
with
the
intent
No
more
fuckery,
sometimes
the
answers
clear
as
day
So
much
easier
to
remove
the
self
Work
out
equations
and
start
to
progress
What's
your
life
worth?
Lost
in
the
fold,
trapped
within
the
corner
Can't
move
stuck,
same
old
same,
poisonous
mould
Nothing
is
clear,
to
many
voices
Violence
is
near,
don't
cry
for
me
Lost
in
the
fold,
trapped
within
the
corner
Can't
move
stuck,
same
old
same,
poisonous
mould
Nothing
is
clear,
to
many
voices
Violence
is
near,
don't
cry
for
me
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1 Michael
2 Lodestar
3 Line Jumpers
4 Any Kind of Flight
5 No More
6 Who Got the Jazz
7 Power
8 Focus
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