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shureshot hypothesis - found soul كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
be-found, astound
break the sound barrier
let what we love carry us
to various areas
a purple pasture where green snow kisses the white sky
and our mind’s eye’s perception
is stretched beyond sp-ce and time
design, create
we make oxymorons of “our existence”
intelligent development, no longer foolish consistence
my wish is to be viciously blessed in every instance
vomit my soul ‘til it drenches this page
and those who hear it, listen
it glistens in the sunlight, moonlight
this life is finite, despite must fight with all might
delight in right and justice
suffice all lies for true sight
realize the plight ain’t worth strife
righteous mind’s device entice to blow the box like dynamite
and i, have been bitten
smitten, but redeemed by these words that i have written
got too hot, so i had to get out of h-ll’s kitchen
embodiment of soul controlled and carried my upliftment like

[chorus 1]
oh lord have mercy on my everlasting soul
it hurts me, it cursed me, i’m thirsty
i drink from the water but my fire grows cold
[verse 2]
lost and then found
bossed around in a town, with no way out
i turn the radio down cuz that song’s played out
i can shine like the sun dawg
but i can’t get my m-th-f-ckin’ rays out
so sp-ce out and change
the nature of the face of the game
by rearranging rage into phrases on the page
stay and blaze, play with me
i’m ok, until reality come around and hit me
life’s just b-tchy, switchin’ from
c-ke on the floor of my 4 door ford
to blowin’ weed in the street in my honda accord
so i listen, never missin’ them facts of life, because
i have seen strife
and i write just to relate it to another’s type
use your hind sight to find it might be a beacon of light

[chorus 2]
where’s the desire for this fire that we’re burning?
wayward wanderers, just watching the word turning
is this what we deserve? is this what we’ve been earning?
aspire to be inspired and feel your soul stirring

[verse 3]
waste not, want not
step not and dread not
see it in the funky rastaclot way his head knocks
he rocks the earth surface straight to the bed-rock
the soles of his socks to the tops of his dreadlocks
nuff power to the lord most high
we know what, we know where
but we don’t know why
are we born to live?
are we born to die?
we don’t write the music
we just translate the vibes
we scribe the ides in the vibe when it rides
for these songs were always written in the stars and the skies
it’s the power, it’s the p-ssion, it’s the pain, it’s the pride
it’s the p-ssion for the power of the pain that’s inside
i, have seen promise
in the ways of the words and the function of the phonics
when we’re upon it, yo it’s honestly symphonic
it’s an ode, it’s an opus, my requiem, my sonnet

- shureshot hypothesis

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