08-26-2019, 11:43 PM | #1 |
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Exis & Eng - Raise Your Glasses...
Ayo,
The casualties of an apallin' livin' Meet my dyin' homie, Yo I call him liver I mourn him, The impendin' death is soberin' Irony's my mornin' ritual pourin' beer all over him Tonight's tab - Good times with tequila, Ill tomorrow Salt for happy, Lime for sad - Booze to kill the horror But I can't drown the sorrows, I have to slowly choke them emotions The alcohol strokes envelopes, Slows and cloaks them in doses A strain that's a dangerous play we play at My brain's got a usb port, Drink inserted a game pad Controllin' my movements, Steerin' towards new mistakes Upholdin' improvement, Leadin' towards abuse and hate Me and my personal darkness waitin' for light to touch us All sliced up and ruptured from countless fights and ruckus Under the influence - No not really under it, It's self inflicted The human hand holdin' liquid knows pain beyond Hell's restrictions A soberin' alcoholic? Nah when it comes to creeds and callings The bitter truth is - I'm a drunkenin' teetotaler The kidneys feel a cold caress and regret shows your set Close to death? Yet really dead - But just doesn't fuckin' know it yet. Stoic. Breath; calm. Arms; opened, stretched. Let go, accept No-one gets tuh hold forever under loathsome effort Fuck the whole consensus, if its faux, know myself; the sole endeavour Struck the globe it open vectored, I’m so connected Life's burdens promote growth; its lessons, notice blessings No distressing. Adapt. I'm no adept, but don't be so inept, Mind searches for where the soul is kept, suggest the golden essence - In yuh solar plexus tuh find a purpose, these unconscious tides i surf up in While you deny insurgence, stuck, just reside on surfaces, images, idol worshippin, Worthless. The universe is designed perfect, why disturb it? In service, I write surplus Divine verses, you wood try tuh box me in bitch nigga, i dont like hearses - S'just encumbering, fuckin underlings, bury me in contact with my Mothers skin The ALL is in All, Natural Law, I’m on that, and some other things Thunder king, God give me strength to combat what the trouble brings All me nigga, glory nigga, - how can i not ask for the suffering? ...When its purifying?...such a sublime fool that i am. whose the wise man? Crucified them. I spin a verse so dense, i can pull the sky in. Lunar cycles, remote viewing, the moons my iris, staring at these human hybrids Ask a man what he do for a living...they fuck around & tell you what they do for dying. Live nigga. |
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