invisible
Man with no dreams
strong lights like high beams
shattered sidewalks with no schemes
blood and black shadows define him
black coat , mr grim
why you had to take him
my young bro named flin
lost memories of that smile
undefined it will take a while
running wont help the mile
all alone in these dark places
my bro flin locked up in these cases
he in a better place now
i dont know how
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