Last days gone

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Just a long overdue song about shit. Hit review, relate, or anything.

Every day I wake up asking where the hell am at
Dreams of making statements and the tapings of the past
Echoes of containment in my brain that seem to sag
Wondering if suffering is the only thing to last

It like im asking for a sign something where the fuck you’d go
It’s like im constantly chasing after you only I am always slow
Feet tripping on the pavement and my breath it will not hold
I wake up screaming from this dreaming its burns inside my soul

Yesterday’s gone, now im alone, and hoping
Today will be dope, starting to smoke, and coping
Memories come, memories go, and it’s flowing
Stronger today, scar from the change, im growing

Holster the thoughts of day’s halcyon
Think im not dope, like potato for Latvians
The house beyond, the house im bouncing in,
Announcing, no denouncing it, Im champion

Finish it, y’all young fauna and im pelt collecting
Fast forward to today, its fillings im smelting,
Collecting bones like Denzel yet im filled with resentment
Thought the game was over, yet its death that’s the ending

Forever repenting imagine the fellow he’s hollow
Don’t believe in a god, but im mellow to borrow
An endeavored cementing captain the bellow to my sorrow
Won’t bereave with a lot, but its hello to follow

So I’ll see you tomorrow, cause im gone today
I don’t understand this world, but im keen to the pain
Hopeless deranged, yet I smile without complaint
Cause it’s easier to pretend then my desire to explain

This hate for myself, not a true self loathing
Its hate for the race that the earth is hoarding
I see them in me, no matter how much I abhor it
It’s the moment of weakness that I cannot ignore it

Im am the shit that gets stuck on your shoe
The quantum reflection of the moment aloof
An identified quantity that’s irrational to boot
Finished with black hole remembrance of truth

So where the fuck am I, the past is done and gone
Floating through the blackness, a spliff and a song
High as hell but low as well, a conundrum of the bong
Memories colored rose, but stained as headstrong

Its hell to unfold this moment is mine I know it
I shape it in circles careful and bold as I mold it
I see what I want, so I focus then unfold it
It’s just more shit, on top of shit that is molded

I don’t believe anymore, that the past has a purpose
It ceased to exist, once I learned to be determined
The future is fake as well, but it’s all in the surplus
Its just me. Just now, it seems its not worth it.


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3.29 / 5.00

Apr 19, 2016
10:38 PM EDT
Hip Hop - Modern
File Info
11.6 MB
5 min 4 sec

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