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letra de t.o.d. - ayara senoj

verse 1: ayara

god its unholy
how these people really dont know me
and i ain’t been speakin up like the old me
im losing my mind, then i hear the wind chimes
now im run down to the temple of david yellin preach!
there’s yang in his garden and the river’s flowing sweet
initaially he welcomed me and told me have a seat
and now im zen’d out
creativity in my mouth
energy flowing from corpus callosum down to me feet….
bridge:
and now im pushing change….
i wanna change my ways…please…
can’t let the music stray…..
in the temple of david
i meditate

poetry 1:

the embrace of a stranger’s open arms may bring you to the face of reality. all the while revealing and reflecting your very dreams in their vibrant eye.

hook:

i’d lose my sight of way, and
couldn’t find the words to say
all the things i could create
dont’ need you to do a thing
just influence me like david
so i can find my way, then
i’d do this everyday, kid
influence me like david

poetry 2:

leaving you breathless as you witness them destroy your delimmas
while struggling with their own. and i laugh………oh i laughed……what a stranger indeed

verse 2: ayara

i been here for 4 score
what a i so down for?
i made it to college too!
what more could i ask for?
thought i shoulda blended
take my will and bend it
to h-ll with all this “in” sh-t
then who would i be “in” with????
i’ve been on my school sh-t
never really do sh-t
confused when people tell me
“araya you’re the coolest”
and now im feeling foolish
a false image projection
mistaking what cool is
with my past recollection

bonus verse 3: david of weirdo

i rap my way, like plastic on highways, standing at the nightway avenue, no chris j
waiting on a ride to heaven, like 9-11 planes, remix a hit that slows your life by 20 frames
you got the recipe?, i wrote the cookbook, you guys are carbonated, i’ll pop whoever’s shook
weirdo’s a playstation, we service and make the game, lyrical sweatshop, we overwork you lames
split your particals, partially , just to pardon parts. hit heavy then get petty like angry hearts
bringing change to the table, like a homeless dinner, spray 2 halves of that sheen, i gotta be a winner
through the wire like kanye you’re just jumper cables, you can’t provide your own spark, so you need, a label
it’s an outside view, but i still window, bars deranged and strange cause i’m a weirdo
only guy to air out business in a fan club, my talent’s made of helium, i only know up
the sky’s the limit but for me its the universe, i feel its armageddon whenever i drop a verse
got the keys, but did i walk in on a bad note?, you fight but submit submissions, like you’ll never choke
and i’m sky, levitating with the birds, you need 3 minds just to dig my words

- ayara senoj

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