Comfortability as soothing as it sounds causes you to slip
The more relaxed you get you start to loosen your grip
Stay on the grind and ideas never stop flowing through your mind
But if you steadily dread the fast paced haste
Then your dreams,
Just like the others before you,
Will all go to waste
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
Comfortability as soothing as it sounds causes you to slip
The more relaxed you get you start to loosen your grip
Stay on the grind and ideas never stop flowing through your mind
But if you steadily dread the fast paced haste
Then your dreams,
Just like the others before you,
Will all go to waste
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