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letra de etch - allone (usa)

at times i’m an awkward geek
but i’ll give you a gorgeous week, if you walk with me
i’m poor and weak, but gimme a chance i’ve got a bit to offer, please
talk is cheap, that sort of theme is
what they were leading to mean by freedom of speech
here’s the riot act, i need it to preach
illiterates are spineless hacks it seems we’ll see
they’re too dull to make the cut, increase or decease
here’s a novel, judge it by the cover to cover, read it and weep
seriously read in between the lines
i’m eager to see the signs
of grieving and peace in your eyes
when there are streams on your cheeks as you cry
any tough exterior that seems so pristine on a guy
examine the interior, no guts, squeamish feel free to come by
and see a soul that’s inexperienced, meager, meek and benign
no attacks taxed -ssumed aesthetics accessed
hasn’t -ssessed all abject -ssets that he has yet
so here’s my tactic, welcome to cl-ss, yes
sit down lets practice, get to the point like a cactus
or br-ss tacks, hey that’s synonymous colloquially
isn’t it a sin, all you’ve missed decoding vocally?
see how fun it can be integrating inquiries linguistically?
h-llo masculinity, glad you had the availability
now lets test your ability with a little vulnerability
see what testosterone monster dose
can pick up once he drops his whole guard to folks
observe how juggernauts are slowed when all alone
walls are broke and calm is known with flaws exposed!
i want to see mr. gruff gritty buff quitting
tough silly bluff fitting in to take up knitting, hug kiddies, pups, kitties
once blitzkrieg’s, done with these instructions he
may appreciate the crushed bricks, beams and destruction scenes
as much as admitting loving cuddling and just simply: stuff’s pretty
if its a circle of life, be well rounded, squares change up
try angling your smiles to prove the hex are gone, shape up
there more to living room than vanity, dress or make up
if you’d only realize all the sp-ce your armour takes up
you’d have more room for company whenever they come
i think you bit off more than you could chew when you ate lunch
the pudding has the proof, so i wrote this verse with 8 cups
all this food for thought comes off as true and it stays stuck
at the counter running the numbers on the kitchen stool
while sharpening my mind’s canines bending the silver spoons

see, hear
it’s bigger than you and i, so be ears
this ain’t just about me peers
fifty five point three mere
million people die each year
one could be you or me dear
so i’m trying to be clear
i’ve got a heck of a h-ll of a long way while i speak here
to etch and to tell in a song way before i leave here
why is it a barrage of ideas crowd me when walking and showering?
is it because i’m cleansed drowning out the noise pollution of outer things?
could it be that my traveling works on an object in motion etc. mentality?
i’ve got dirt under my nails, neighboring calluses, it’s feeling empowering
you can’t push yourself until you’ve pushed something towering
oh, while on adventures and architecture
that starts conjectures, “oh god i bet ya here comes the lecture”:
have you been to the mall lately? there’s advertis-m-nts abundantly
i enjoy the people, but the things that disgust me and puzzle me
enc-mbering companies’ stunning streams distractingly flashing ugly
junk machines with touch screens
a commercial is an interlude to a bigger picture to enjoy and -ssess
all these multiplying ads! subtract chicanery, deploying duress!
dividing truth when they lie in our minds destroying finesse
they lie to our face then we buy it… but that’s the point i guess
i digress, will i die? yes?
but bruce’s will is odd as will is, when i smith my john hanc-ck
i want to invent a clone of my genetic code so i can soil myself in the sandbox
what a better way to spend the day than burying your old incarnation
then visit every couple weeks and lay carnations
embracing engraved graves, till your arms start aching?
that’s why we crowds been pushing ourselves till our hearts are pounding
i’m only moving mountains to make graves out them
i’m sharpening my fountain of youth pen’s prowess
so i can imbue them with astounding profoundness
call me a “late” bloomer when i push daisy’s after i’m grounded
because at the end of me, when my staff card’s punched stamped and logged
there’s only memories that i’ve imprinted in your minds to p-ss along
on second thought, some time a.d. i know i’ve got an ad to set in stone
and etch along an upper echelon before i’m dead and gone…
maybe it’s better off that a m-ss of ya’ll are
entranced in malls, impressionable and hard headed after all
see, hear
it’s bigger than you and i, so be ears
this ain’t just about me peers
fifty five point three mere
million people die each year
one could be you or me dear
so i’m trying to be clear
i’ve got a heck of a h-ll of a long way while i speak here
to etch and to tell in a song way before i leave here

this is creative expression
displaying my essence
relaying a message
strange and eclectic
greatest intentions
i don’t aim for “impressive”
i’m straining attempting
to make an impression
engrave it and etch it

- allone usa

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