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The first track that was officially written for this mixtape. Right after I had had a traumati experience, I started re-evaluating my life and this track started the journey. Of My Return.
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g--g--g-good god, g-g-good god...
there used to be a time when love meant something,
didn't have to look hard, for goodwill,
hunting, people were real, good hearts stayed pumping,
but now bad hearts stay dumpin',
tissues' ischemic, issues repeated.
in retaliation, but do we really need it?
protect my heart, protect my soul,
cuz if I be good, do I gotta go?
I don't know..
short successive bursts of verses serving me purpose,
its like we bursas, absorbing shock as we come back down to earth its,
a little circus, the miracle of life,
and how its power in this world changes every night, its a fight
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got in touch with the feelings, that I first felt,
I had my hand, cards were dealt,
Jack ain't Black, but I'm hoping on my 21,
that day will be the time I have the most fun,
the most hope for my outlook,
the most hope without looks,
back at the past, cuz I know the best things in life don't last,
but if I make every day the best I ever had,
I guess the every single one left can't be that bad,
but I still wish that I could go back,
can anyone tell me where we lost track?
I don't know...
short successive bursts of verses serving me purpose,
its like we bursas, absorbing shock as we come back down to earth its,
a little circus, the miracle of life,
and how its power in this world changes every night, its a fight
chorus|
stress, pressure, less, lesser,
now tell me what you get when you put it all together?
fire from the ember, fire from the member,
of society, when they fire me,
did they think I would just go quietly?
actions get affected by lack of sobriety,
only cuz I breathe the haze they provided me,
fear when the thunder struck, fear of what's under us,
so we live, in between, suckled to, the machine,
nothing new, getting green, same crew, different fiends,
and its coarse, what's all up and through my veins,
indifferent spittin' collisions of different trains,
man, I don't know...
short successive bursts of verses serving me purpose,
its like we bursas, absorbing shock as we come back down to earth its,
a little circus, the miracle of life,
and how its power in this world changes every night, its a fight
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