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High 4 Hours


Whistling whispers of a breeze that are scattered across the globe

Unearth the coldest surface that is twinkling on the ropes.

Unknown magnetic forces keep pushing me back and forth

My heart swings to a different beat but often times people truly ignore.

They don’t know what I’ve gone through

They don’t know what I went through

All they ever care to see is a smile and a pair of eyes cause that’s the only thing that they care to see thru.

To blend in with their benefits.

Society’s perceptualized of beauty and perfection

When are we ever gonna take the time to look at ourselves in the mirror?

And realize we’re all the same…

We just got different imperfections and complexions

Crystallized lights of small increments

Splurge into darkness

Trying to capture some type of spark and light a thought before the heart becomes heartless.

From start to finish

I try to polish to never forget what they did but never forgiveness

Asking for God to give me strength

Whenever I go through deep shit

Unveil the real that is scathing underneath the sun

Aren’t we all tired of these petrified lies that lingers in the mental

That leads up to be fatally stunned.

Damn, I’m on my own and scrolling down to some of my playlists

If you ought a die right now…

What would be the one song that you lay with?

'Cause I often find myself in dark situations

Deep in the trenches

No matter what I do…the masses is stopping me from living.

From the twilight

Begins with a little seed

To an evolutionary human being but not everything is guaranteed

And some will say, just try to be optimistic

But we done suffered so much

Wonder if peace could pay us a visit.

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