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Falling in an open coffin Toppling from my close minded concepts I just Digest this life as its fed to me Yet I think I know the recipe A stone cold unknown couldn't mess with me And I have to admit ***I'm the **** incessantly Just to have confidence in my contextual references Like I'm the man with the plan Map's in the palm of my hand *Down to the print Shrouded in wit* In which you cannot stand Reason I spit when I talk when I'm ****** and I missed two decades of a life not lived as a man Understand a fall from grace that isn't so calm and paced but all over the place Im over my weight in nickels and dimes trying to learn self worth in a selfish time Rolling around hoping to get so high I levitate out of my coffin and into the sky
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
Clipped Wings (Let Me Fly)
Falling in an open coffin Toppling from my close minded concepts I just Digest this life as its fed to me Yet I think I know the recipe A stone cold unknown couldn't mess with me And I have to admit ***I'm the **** incessantly Just to have confidence in my contextual references Like I'm the man with the plan Map's in the palm of my hand *Down to the print Shrouded in wit* In which you cannot stand Reason I spit when I talk when I'm ****** and I missed two decades of a life not lived as a man Understand a fall from grace that isn't so calm and paced but all over the place Im over my weight in nickels and dimes trying to learn self worth in a selfish time Rolling around hoping to get so high I levitate out of my coffin and into the sky
LunarLena
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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