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dizasterpiece - spiritually incarcerated كلمات الأغنية

it’s like…

cycle, cycle

life is so trifled

i skip around and smile, while i b-tch down for men with rifles

moon walk in my dreams, like michael…

travel back to high school

and fight goons who never really liked you

so cold in a snow globe with no soul

i riggitty-riggitty row boats of flow forward from both poles

circulatory – m-ss affliction

gl-ss screens of phantom fiction

bad religions, tax is given

poor man flexin’ while the wealthy investin’

in maximum prisons

what happened isn’t the last of his chin…

i’m glad it isn’t

hopefully, he’ll show up once again and slowly unfold the

progress on his honest track of logic

the key holder is a c-cksmith

locked my hypnotic mojo in a jar in an attic

and clogged it with toxins

pearl – precious elegance, when they finally let her in…

conjugal visit; couldn’t feel it…

soul locked in prison

face went in her -ss to suck out her heart

looked in the mirror, and my glance broke it apart

never quite empty, but far from the start

hercules driven, to bait for the sharks

yo, i’m binded in a prison

mind’s been on a mission

tired of reciting lines to spot the shine, but then i miss it

this isn’t… what you thought it was

or is it?

visits… from chapters that you put in the past came back after

laughter, all i hear is laughter

science and god made me, played me

split, and left me as a b-st-rd

faster, bring that sh-t faster

bring that sh-t back, her -ss fat… i lack fear

the spot in where i’m at is about to be the last year

so i grapple with the bigger stones

but i’m going insane when there’s barely any dough or shows or fame…

cause, what the f-ck am i gonna do when you know who already came to offer?

cause a mic is what i slaughter

tryna make nice on nice, still just getting bothered

the water… ain’t quenching jack sh-t

no lift from that piff

on my last hit

spiritually incarcerated; artificial knock-off of the basic, made pitch… but you can taste it

hoax-propaganda media to make you racist with a side of diet c-ke and some fake t-ts

my g-guide… he sits beside these lines

he be frontin’ as i write this rhyme

in time, he’ll be a steal fence

so i got faith that empathy will team up with what’s meant to be

and collect the evidence in my defense

- dizasterpiece

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