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of guilt will wash over
I'll remember you as you are
In love with me, but still sober
Our realities just bizarre

Restoration, color me in white, leave

A restoration of my clarity
Staining the skies with the colors that disappeared
Repairs my sanity
Destroy the paradigm so I can repair myself

Let me forgive

breath. I was so used to forgetting to breathe, that the blue color on my lips were becoming the perfect match for my stone-cold, dark-blue eyes.
Running

global reach
Painting the blackened sky with brush strokes, puff smoke
Beneath the rust coat reveal that faded color combination now for restoration

Like

yeah
Richard Mille, bonbon, Rick Owens, yeah
I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah (Yeah, huh)

Cyber to Ferragamo
The Restoration Hardware

Consequential
I might lose my head, or maybe motivation
I can lose my will, and there ain't no Restoration
I just need some concentration,
And to see through what

Justice is being held hostage at the hands of an amoral Culture
Vultures we feed off of the deceased and we have been Filled with a color filtered

to the upliftment of humanity and the restoration of the Earth
Back to its crystalline state
He who vibrates at the highest frequency
Loves in silence, and is

Who do you think that you are
Fucking with me leaving me with some scars
Sucking like leeches
The color like bleach does
Under the bleachers
You

overcomin’
It’s known to conquer, changing destinations
Protruding colors lines & touchin’ nations
But knowing what it says is not enough
It’s doing what it

My roots run deep, into the mud
As if to remind me where I’m from
Oh this heart of clay the color of rust
Cause time is coming after us
Yeah we’ve

The fabric of separation
Constant preparation
Changing behaviors
To better our destination
Self-healing restoration

It's the history
Of our human experimental

"I have a dream. That my 4 little children will one day live in a nation 
Where they will not me judged by the color of their skin
But by the content

about like...
You know you dead wrong
Bitch Picasso, paint me the perfect picture
With truthful colors and truth be told I'm another nigga
With no

an overdosed smirk of reposado and “so sure” 
All she could do is posture and pose first and try to re-cast that same ol’ curse

But lesser restoration in my

no change, wow
Same jiggy ass mentality, no destination
No spirituality, no restoration
No morality, just fornicating
Tryna escape, and go get some (go

lemme rub ya feet, so discrete, with mystique, I'm on your calendar for weeks!
Certain privileges were missed by the color of my skin
But my mind and my

Nowhere to Hide

Foreign Legion

Kidnapper Van: Beats to Rock While Bike-Stealin'

2000

A chip inside your skin implanted with your Tetanus shot
Long before you could walk, they had you locked and barcoded
By race, color and class, your life