These words i call my own
IP:
This song is going to be ill with this beat
read the lyrics
ill try to put the beat up later
I feel the call, not to bare my arms but to hold my words
I bare the charm of thought created from the wings of humming birds
I let loose this profuse style of fighting capability
I surrender to your demands but now you’ll listen willingly
My own thoughts killing me at times when I was lost
I’ve recreated pain Now I hold it to a pause
A lost cause or just a empty canvas waiting
I take the world inside my head and let it do the painting
After 19 years of training answers seem to come and go
The winds of time will change to hold the structure to the flow
But down below, we can hide from weathers hold
And fuse amongst ourselves where we break free from the mold
Now I cant be told that what is right is never wrong
The rules of life have changed in the words of simple song
And as the day is long so will be the dreams i share
I dare the god up there to listen to my silent prayer
I break free from tempting snares that grope and grab with every step
Ill stand to face the music speaking truth until my throat is strep
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