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When I Finally Wake
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Dirty Dike
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Yesterday I lost the plot Found myself pressed against the mental state I once forgot I put my slippers on and wandered out the front door I thought I wanted everything, in fact I wanted much more Crunched floor, I couldn’t tell if I was asleep In a dream, or if I simply couldn’t buy what I see I cried at the scene, but inside I kinda just beamed I felt alive for the first time in time, I could breathe My hospital gown was flapping in the black cloud of Optional sound collapsing in the background I lost what I found and sat down and thought ‘This is some way to spend a sunny 3AM’ And my brain’s gone I’m getting brains on my fakе shades, long Am I insane? Full of shame imagination I takе pain as an available arrangement I kept my hateful face like an angel in amazement Like a baby in a manger Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger Like a mate I’d done a favour Love, hate, it’s all the state of wonder when I wake up Like a rave within a raver Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger Like a mate I’d done a favour Love, have, it’s all the vodka chaser, but I chase love Well I was just another youngin’ tryna top what came before us And thought that all that awful pot was rotten to the chorus I was thoughtless Call the US veterans dinosaurs As I was standing on the shoulders of some monstrous brontosaurus Recording off the top of course, we all thought we was flawless I’m not gone but get forgotten like your problems in the autumn sun Talking dumb to port gum in with a forked tongue Love to all the [?] bars, man If you excuse the repet**ion, I’m a bars man Artisan, wordsmith, and craftsman That’s trying to encapsulate true human spirit While living becomes an act of faith Maybe aged, begat jaded, begat serious Years of repet**ion aren’t the same thing as experience Keep on getting schooled, it never seems to educate ‘em We could freestyle or rap our back catalogs verbatim Heart on my cuff, blatant Came in to prove nothing Stated to be creative Maybe my name’s dubbed in the wave of history Echo through ages and save just one in the generations to come Might feel touched or relate, done I treat loops like meat soup Eat ‘em like a carnivore Raps I treat like ma**acres adapted from ‘The Art of War’ Treat the [?] like [?] The craft of pure meaning Just tryna pour the heart into its hardened form Like a baby in a manger Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger Like a mate I’d done a favour Love, hate, it’s all the state of wonder when I wake up Like a rave within a raver Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger Like a mate I’d done a favour Love, have, it’s all the vodka chaser, but I chase love
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