Teknical Development.is - Next Step paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Next Step - Teknical Development.is



Light the face and watch its smoke rise
Poetry spills parted ways without expression
These days I'm still glazed
Tryna focus on the part of the picture
Searching for perfect, stupid voices
Broken paths towards the eight's
Is life reflected from the inside fit for all to see?
Still tryna calm theses unseen tempers
The scale is great
From them open days of personal insight
To the last voice wrote for the Supa
Courtesy disrespected so many chances to change
Shake these words from the unseen
No price for the written display
Out the speakers, expose the journey of self
From the realms of no name
But this feeling, I had to explain
Time travel, another life time, young
Lonely walking down the stairs
Eyes, looking like death was my only friend
Who's watching?
Do you hear the other side calling?
Its pulling as you walk as you walking on this Earth
I give a fuck if this makes sense to you
I wrote this for them, the others beyond the all
We break reality, but we stay broken, tokin'
Stuck in this domain to explain
We still rising, still drop it how we want, stick to no rules
I kill my self if I wanted to leave this Earth
Even my heart can't decide the next step, the next beat
The next step in this life, this cursed shell
Shit don't stop, what's more worst
What exists beyond the mind of the youth
So raw they fear each other
Traumatic scenes live from Edmonton Green
Death strikes the beauty in this wild flower
The one that picks that, walks of triumphant
Mothers and Fathers they crying
Baby children screaming
Rage from the steers of baby mothers
So depressing from the voice of no emotion
Is this just another Earth experience?
Untangle the web and see the message
Hold still, I'm here to heal, destroy the fear
Blast the guide of light, the gift of the craft
Teks wrath of the math, fuck the past
Times change, times rearrange
So much love, respect to Obey
The one who wrote the dopess' shit I ever heard in my life
This game of rap is nothing but trash
Kind words from the other side of the page
Drugs, sex, violence
I'm tired of the scenes where there's no light
I'd rather pull that switch blade and cut my ties
Raise my seeds right
Better than the other life time
Working with this path from the start, so many branches
Enjoy this quest, meditated in the unfoldment of new vision
The future depends on what i do now and that's not a guess
That's internal fact, hold your tears
The real choose to go
No auto pilot when the seal is broken
No need for the fix, because life's a joke
No ones laughing, back to nothing
Where the All exist
I seen it in the bliss of lovely vision



Writer(s): Dean Boyaram


Teknical Development.is - The 8: Vol.one (Prod. by Radsch)
Album The 8: Vol.one (Prod. by Radsch)
date de sortie
15-01-2016





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