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I write in long hand a short-term memoryHopeless romantic, coarse word tendenciesRIght now I don't want to wake upOr try to forget when the storm first entered meLately I've felt self destructiveSelf-inflicted, self help the cuts withShellshocked, Hell's bells and trumpetsSelf-taught to tell tales in publicOf this life, same shit but different dayI write it down, same shit in different waysFight it now, break fists against the cageUntil I climb on that slave ship and drift awayMy blood boils (in cups) the sun spoils (abrupt)And unloyal (with love) so come toil (with us)The sun freezes (and cuts) in some seasons (and plus)Its untreated (so trust) I'm done bleedingIn a place where I can be and touch all of the things I seeTo find my peace and I can breathe with nobody looking back at meI'll just take a breath and place my bets but never deal'Til I face my death with a game of chess like Seventh SealI'll still fight the stepdads and memoriesScream Zion 'til deaf dance to melodiesDeadpanned with setbacks and jealousyUntil hea-ven ex-pands the hell in meAcquired conscious competence of all of my accomplishmentsAnd conquered constant comments that contradicted my confidenceLetras de cancionesCommon compliments were called upon to con me inAccosted consonant comments that condescended all my common senseWhere I'm from, no one stays aliveYou just die by the sword, a shogun's frame of mindWalk with the rest like its Dawn of the DeadAnd drink from the blood that the open veins provideMy raps are like a novel with clever style and proseIm Edgar Allan Poe, the Casque of AmontilladoEnter catacombs 'til clever palindromesAnd letters that I wrote can capture the god ApolloHear the secret stammers time'll tellI rebel, they teach me manners with Bible-beltSchtick, psychadellic, dreams of banterScenes of candor I embellishLike a zombie that eats through tissueUntil I find a heart with a beat to spit toIf its not in the meat I sift throughI'll write it acapella on the piece I bit throughI'm savage, and its near the dead of nightWait 'til the sun paints an iridescent skyTo head the deadened criesOf an old boy given no choice but to fear the present timeTake the reigns, I'm sick and tired of the practiceof burnin' bridges, I lit the fire with a matchstickReturn the image to where I'm at, cuz thinking backI've been sinking fast, and tripping wires where the sands quickAcross plains with bloody palms and jaw painsHiding from God's grace in fright like its PompeiiAnd always, I'll just stay on the lost roadWhile you study crucifixes painted with barcodesAt first its just a ride to live fastUntil I felt the bruises inside from whiplashA purpose, I'll try to get thatUntil I fall from grace and I die on impactAnd intact was a single broken locketWith the ocean on its rustic chain and face that no one wantedI'm growing nauseous from a world that never stopsWhen my center's lost hope in the ghost that haunted PentecostI stand in graveyards and dance to take chargeOf concepts of death that I have to base onEven when my bones crack I'll pace onThrough the epitaphs that my pasts engraved onLaugh and stay strong, embrace the day'Till it fades away with this mask I paint onShe's probably just a bitch thats casting all the shadowsLaughing at my battles and following a trendSearching for an angel at the bottom of a fifthBut my hands stay empty, I swallow it againIts the loss of leaves that autumn bringsThat show me these limbs are far from wingsI'm far from happy, you're far from peaceI'll fall from grace and you'll fall for meAnd awkwardly I'll just change the posture'Till the aches and pains rearrange the monsters From Letras Mania