Lyrics
The heavy winded choir's rhythm moves with something off
I heard the hymns, the baritone aspires for the alto's song
He wants to sing but can't defy the tune that put him on
He shrugs it in, won't run to base, won't even swing, his homerun gone
He starts to think his alto dreams was just a phase, no harm
So life proceed with ease in his complacency to high pitched song
He split his former self now all he sees is what we call
A paradox, a face to face to what it is, and what was gone
My skin is thick but know my steel could stain; I'm no colossus
And so I'll focus on what's gained to mediate for losses
If all my pens get pushed to fields of grey with poison faucets
I'll change my delusions into truth, they sealed my fate regardless
And if it's true I get to pick and choose the life i love
But don't get shit confused, I can't improve a single thing I've won
They gave me everything i need: some food, a home, and love
With every step I heed, I'll pay you back for everything you've done
The words I wrote have been written before by many souls
But not by Edgar Allen Poe, just niggas who get high to cope with
A sense of boredom that never changed into to nothin more
Than lucid thoughts that I adore
I write my lines and hear my soul click
Like metronomes on a ground that shake ya heart to core
No useless thoughts bout my decorum bleeding from the mind i hope with
I placed my palm on my vision and felt a mighty source
The same hands that tie nooses cord
The same hands you could climb the rope with
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