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qais hakeemi – calkwalk كلمات اغاني

rap seemed to be a cakewalk. well, a cinch? didn’t know it’d be a freak stock. gimme a pinch! anywho, who cares? it works for me to win victory over the gym
throughout the series of heavy_lifting weights with bars attached, well_knit, closely clinched
i am clinging to the skirts of em
it’s growing up game, manning up with a vain(vein;) kaleidoscope of changes every single day made. for crissake, i am forever trying to devour the pain avidly _
shedding tears and sweats, shedding my skin. my body is swollen, cause i swallowed most of thе ache and bitter pills
life bеgins a_struggle, soap opera is just a made_up fake ass thing;
doesn’t work for the living, open and shut case. but god knows, how to train you for this;
how to push to gain the earnings you already garnered out the wazoo
and it is a sure thing that i will take a stand and go through this all because every mess is a friend. be it fear or heights, i will take a flight until this or me is outta sight
the blood in my veins, it is all excited;
it is sluicing through me and ignites the might to fight my way thru dark to light
but god knows, will i ever be out of this dark dismal tunnel?
my heart in my mouth, i still funnel into this runnel that run on fumes thru the h_ll
the h_llfire astir; pretend to be up and about, out of bed
i keep the pot boiling; mad, toiling every minute all over again.
but it keeps going, there seems no end
the rivulet of tears run down on my sh_t
still, harboring no ill will
i began to crawl in it with overweening pride
so that i might highlight the frictions between me and myself and i
now it’s constricting and coiling to asphyxiate me
it seems that god hates me
cuz i am not sinning properly, so he rates me half a star
humor me for a sec, i know i am talking unclear but indulge in listening to the stories of war
i am braving thru
i am all red and blue
its very cold on my side i swear to god, i’m catching the flu
its my life nothing is coming out the blue
they are just different yellow, white, black, blue colors and hues and cries
but god knows, i still have my faith pinned on me and my god
i am working up to my part
and he is not devising a ramshackle plot
leaving me rent in tatters, hanging in rags
torn soul in a jagged bag
so that i fail me and my life _ presuming fella, assh0l_, low_bred cad
i love and am down to accept the overture with him eventhough he at times turns a blind eye and stands in the way of my becoming high
but, anywho, its oodles of odds_on bets;
with him, i’ll win with full efficacy of my libido; it’s an orgy of good and evil
at times, it’s an upheaval
at times, mix in my state of affairs, a seismic shift
thanks to it; it helps me sift
out and through
i’ve been winnowing the wheat from the chaff. it’s a godd_mn raff
containing mostly the good to map
out the whole self_interference pack— the hopes, worries, and fears; the thoughts on how_to and _not_to;
the woulds, the coulds, and the shoulds — is there too. cheers!

- qais hakeemi

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