Correction Paroles Martyrs par Wesley Joseph

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My eyes lost in the inner black
Lookin' at the world lyin' on my back
Feel alone, I'm a ghost until Heaven crack
Sittin' through turbulence, the sirens fade out when words get personal
See the heart on my sleeve and let it bleed (So)
You hear me in the street, my spirit don't sleep
Too many left with the one thing that promised
‘Cause time isn't borrowed but for some it took from us
What's your head worth?
Mom told me that it worth knowledge
I don't care about your P's, the news reportin' more losses
Comin' at ‘em with expression in my pockets
I'm startin' to know solace, more bodies, more coffins
Sayin' time heals all, it's a temporary blessin'
Even when the hands of anxiety caressin'
Even when the pain cuts deeper than a dance in the quicksand
I'm on my Bojangles two-steppin'

I hope you lookin' for
I hope you lookin' for
Nothing more than what's lost, only
When it rain, it pours, faces in the stars, becoming more, hard to see, only

I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise
Zoning where sirens bleed
I just want to be, be, be, alone in a paradise
Zoning where sirens bleed
(Where sirens bleed)
I'm trying to breath, can't you see?
I'm trying to breath, can't you see?

This my type of violence
Most sounds get killed in the depth of the silence
Remind them, we didn't come from here
Hold fear in my heat, in the dark with the metal of my past in an ark I'm
Past participle, past permissible, verses are grippin' still
Too many kids die young in the ghetto
Too many Pinocchios and not enough Geppettos
Sirens still may fall down to the petals
Maybe your heart beats now in tremolo
Broken knees, white bone shattered and blood is peak
So much crimson, so much crimson
Scratchin' madness 'til my face is missin'
f**k the darkest, grace my face on guts and garters
Full blood, a twisted martyr should've told them I missed my father

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