Born 2
Get shivers for a beat drop
Overdose on pain, music attacks my every weak spot
Often the feeling you get when you're croppin' pictures
A release, feel at peace, from my sheep sydrome
I be sleep, pending pendelum
A bird pickin' through rocks and already bread-comes
I heard him say sum, through the grape vine of times emblems
Say, some, seem to have the same brain, opposite saying the same th(a)ng,
put em in the same situation only one will stay sane
Crazy,
mark him as a maybe,
once a man twice a baby, but still...
I ain't been thinking the same lately
Not because of what one is subjected to,
didn't let me, when I could've protected you
I expected you...to lose a piece
Took me awhile to see,
he was just an adolescent
Adults wait till they turn pulps, before they learn their lesson
And its after a half moon crescents...
You'd lose who you are,
and thats something he never mentioned
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