Cracking toes
The music. I make for my fate not to hate but standards need to be raised evolution on trait of any human brain, to sustain keep persuasion sustained I'm trained with a gift to live and conquer a calm mental state on my palm and pray changes to be made, impulses never drained stalls us and we all relate we all feel pain life on the wrong train but courage to gain walk further with your own name push the flow and engrave that shit to know your gonna be ok life weight, but momentum has to stay don't fall back in your own grave Satan poking at your face saying to wake reality in a can and it's taped, shit we don't understand but we still walk away, shattered about to break depression all taken to confessions talk about the message and pull meaning out of this dark crescent sparks and remarks the message but not in these days these days it's for the fame be known for sniffing coke dropping grades to gloat About a pro but they got that stuck in their throats gasping for the words to know that they are low, and when the time is froze thinking about the lines I wrote alterations I'm not that type nor should you be though a clone a sheep a drone programmed to Croke, be the dmt , a toke, and breath to travel and see what we mean the gravity and the fact we are human being, because the physcho with no rights mow cracks the toes
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The music. I make for my fate not to hate but standards need to be raised evolution on trait of any human brain, to sustain keep persuasion sustained I'm trained with a gift to live and conquer a calm mental state on my palm and pray changes to be made, impulses never drained stalls us and we all relate we all feel pain life on the wrong train but courage to gain walk further with your own name push the flow and engrave that shit to know your gonna be ok life weight, but momentum has to stay don't fall back in your own grave Satan poking at your face saying to wake reality in a can and it's taped, shit we don't understand but we still walk away, shattered about to break depression all taken to confessions talk about the message and pull meaning out of this dark crescent sparks and remarks the message but not in these days these days it's for the fame be known for sniffing coke dropping grades to gloat About a pro but they got that stuck in their throats gasping for the words to know that they are low, and when the time is froze thinking about the lines I wrote alterations I'm not that type nor should you be though a clone a sheep a drone programmed to Croke, be the dmt , a toke, and breath to travel and see what we mean the gravity and the fact we are human being, because the physcho with no rights mow cracks the toes
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