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We keep the memories alive until the final curtain fallsCrawling through your front door, we begging for some demerolsTo numb the happy shots that caught the bullet red handedNo matter what the situation is we'll speak candidPushing through the blunt smokeHoping the contact high keeps its distance, ChokeMyself by squeezing your throat and squeezing your handAnd even though it's first rate love all your motives seem blandSo stop acting like a know-it-all, I haven't finished my questionThere's no asking to be here, its always god's suggestionBut it's a challenge to succeed and keep the wicks burningAnd this light is not enough, but it's what I've been earningAnd These discerning qualities separate us into groupsLike the ones who chop their drums and the ones who only loopBut the bolts are loose again, pulling away just to spite meSo I start chanting "lefty loosey and righty tighty"Write me, off for inspiration, cause it makes for better hauntingI figure chances like this don't come around here very oftenSo I seize the moment now with a passion for big finishesRipping all your closed doors, clear off their hinges.It's time to be generous, stop stepping on toesClose the book and hit play, then watch where it goesSliding under doors, into dreams, into headphonesThe haunt is on, feel it as it gets close.Letras de cancionesSo pardon my dead weight gotta hold it down somehow,Starting to lose shape, I gotta make it out of this townWith my morals intact, but the fact still remainsThat depth of empty pockets makes you appreciate changeI'm a keep it long rangeKeep the picture frame straightI'm a keep the dues paid,Work the connections when they're madeSomething's changed, you must have evolved while I was gonePawned away your favorite records but left this one to bondNow, with us, the example usually sets itself,Wealth will be my saving grace until I find something elseTo obsess over, pull hairs, make charts, fill my day plannersBuy a G4 with DSL, CD Burner and a scannerSee, I get the job done with the sun out of the pictureAnd since I never knew a comfort of a brother or sisterWell, now my family ethics revolves around GlueSo I draw 2 new branches for Maker ad DQIt's three paths connected from humble beginningsLighthearted to rip your soul put with no other decisionWe come correct to fill the gaps, and put the emphasis on excellenceThe exodus of rap's underrated perfectionistsIt's time to be generous, stop stepping on toesClose the book and hit play, then watch where it goesSliding under doors, into dreams, into headphonesThe haunt is on, feel it as it gets close.See, the question is suffering, the modern man discoveringThe necessity of juggling, with no more room for wonderingWhat could've been done if the efforts had never diedBut the external couldn't match wits and beat the insideWe fight for the rights of morning air with sanity in the moonlightDying to feel alive by making history with windpipesAnd we survived the water walks with harder art to offerFill the rooms with independence, send the ghost back to haunt her. From Letras Mania