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I'm killing my voice
Old habits not by choice
In the dark place the light is withheld
From places unknown
In the desert
In the wells
Passing to hear

Whipping whipping tryna
Make the people listen listen to it
Little voice you gotta listen to it
Instrumental by the Sun God now sit
Back watch my glisten

broken
Veins but also massive grins
As they roll their own with Old Holborn
And a book of Rizla skins
If your kid doesn’t like the fags
Or is not

like Charizard

I'm cracking backs like voices in puberty
I'm an amateur chiropractor with immunity
In the eyes of the court
Great like Gatsby old sport

perkies got my eyes bleedin'
Lookin like that I'm fiendin'
She said that she hate it
When I'm high, shit, i see it
By the time I'm slurrin' on my words,

By the hand across the threshold
Some are doomed from the get go
Soon as they put the flame to spoon
Their names are added to
The rising death toll

heart now, a void of empty space
No sound of your laugher, no warmth from your face no-no
I long for that moment to hear your voice again
I play that old

to be born of water--
Having our sins washed away
And our old life buried with Jesus on His cross--
But what does it mean to be born of spirit?
Remember

Just a lil bit drunk
Just enough to watch time, go by
Slower than us, opening up, soaking it in
Need to balance out the weed
And mix some vodka and gin

She silently whispers but nobody hears
These voices are cutting and piercing her ears
Death creeps upon her but she doesn't fear
Cuz she doesn't care

need a hug
All this drama shit I do not give a fuck
Don't wanna hear your voice
Keep your mouth shut
You messed up man this shit is not fun
20 bands by

Tap tap tap click the globe against the moon
For the next tune we'll let the
Camera zoom into the bedroom
The more she raises her voice
The less I

an hour of you spitting worthless peasants not the rival
Rover riding to the old ditch
Give the cold pitch
Showing out what you wanna do, scratch the bold

the depths of hell
Of this earthly relevance
I am me is not etiquette
Got demons for my personnel
I have malevolent medicine
These ungodly voices in my head

You're passing by
I feel paralyzed
Casualty of time
My heart on fire
Light the way
Guide me through this pain
Isolated in memory
Where old love

When everything is falling down
And I can't even hear the sound
Your voice that burns the fire in the cold
Yet again I ask myself
Why can't I be

Sing it out loud
Drop my freestyles down
Voice memos goin' wild
But I can't seem to pull it all together
No matter the weather
It's never right
My mind

Hope you get hit by a fucking bus
(Fame won't protect from that)
I'm not playing Zach I think you acting sus
(Fame gon' make my old self turn to dust)

simply say there's no debate
The music is the only way
I can communicate
But by the time you here this
It's prolly gon' be too late
I never give you

Look in the mirror then reflect on times
how we use do it, do the FaceTime
Like the Cadillac, need the old school, I'm getting vibes, from vivid

it
I'm feeling far from the summit
More like a valley I'm stuck in
Shadows of death have been knocking
How come the voices of darkness
Are loudest

In the greenest of our valleys by good angels tenanted
Once a fair and stately Palace, radiant Palace, reared its head
In the monarch, Thought's

What a mighty sight
In the midst of the night
Hiding in plain sight

You go on and on 
Like a tired old song
Of the fading lights

When you close

You call me up in the middle of the night
I can tell by the sound of your voice
That you´re pickin´a fight

A swarm of arrows aimed straight for my