Correct, as the night
So make your choice, is it fight or flight?
High
As a kite
From consistency, it would only seem
That the time is ripe
Just cut it clean
Finding the bind
That will coincide between my mind
You say yours is lost, but mine is fine
A change
In pace
But there's enough sound to go round
Slow down, this ain't a race
Reaching out to teach me doubt
Gave a **** what you're about
Can't make a decent rhyme
So he punches walls
***** it all
Puts me down,
Then he's alright
It would seem only fair
If you'd touch my hair
or maybe there...
Martyr's fine,
but a downer's rare
Custody of my two feet
belongs to you, but they look at me
Say, "where to go?"
So I shift my stance, turn my lungs around
lets my lips say "I don't know."
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 4:47 PM UTC
Correct, as the night
So make your choice, is it fight or flight?
High
As a kite
From consistency, it would only seem
That the time is ripe
Just cut it clean
Finding the bind
That will coincide between my mind
You say yours is lost, but mine is fine
A change
In pace
But there's enough sound to go round
Slow down, this ain't a race
Reaching out to teach me doubt
Gave a **** what you're about
Can't make a decent rhyme
So he punches walls
***** it all
Puts me down,
Then he's alright
It would seem only fair
If you'd touch my hair
or maybe there...
Martyr's fine,
but a downer's rare
Custody of my two feet
belongs to you, but they look at me
Say, "where to go?"
So I shift my stance, turn my lungs around
lets my lips say "I don't know."
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