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letra de wilting rose - part one - bad karma

[spoken intro – coal cash]
what is a poets heart? find me in the center of nothing if i show you it. something you missed. ah yes that was always the problem. busy minds in fast motion never see it p-ssing. and even when it blocks your path, most will stumble over the obvious. oblivious to the neglected, rejected and forgotten. so how long has it been since i felt the warmth through the son? winter finds no mercy for this hollow realm. desolate fields, a snow barren land for as far as the eye can see. the tree of my soul ain’t bare before the morning sun. clouds of mundane grace seep into my core. robbing this day of any new found glory. shadows stalk the lands swallowing the earth whole. time p-sses as though it never existed, leaving behind all that was never meant to be. and that which was cease to exist. nothingness, complete simplicity of it all running rampant in the hallways of broken dreams. splintered fragments reflect visions devoid of color. pale expressions smoke wickedly. painting my world crimson. with the blink of an eye i am awake. back in the empty blanket of night, blindly i stare into open sp-ce and wonder, when will i truly be from this nightmare. sometimes it just ain’t enough

[coal cash]

beyond an infinite intricate increments to swarm my format
you’re welcomed on my planet, cats like you perform as door mats
collapse your thorax, relax perhaps i’m just your coffin
your mother had you hung although should of had the abortion
that’s two nooses lost in an altered of rain distortion
bad karma enforcing precaution for when you’re crossing our path
change of fortune to a bath of p-ss scorching
as the blasphemous often further less of misfortune
miss my walkman, been walking through purgatory
prefer the verge of glory so my words emerge before me
but the herbs that heard the story misinterpret, what’s the purpose
p-ss from black clouds to hit the crowd that crowd the surface
never liked the circus, hip-hop’s the symbol of service
clowns that f-cked around can now be found fueling the furnace
watch me burn this reality right to the wick
just like the midas touch, but what i clutch’ll turn to sh-t
so i learn to spit the primal rage of souls enslaved
til i reach the final age and leave the road that i have paved
as the rose decayed i wade away the wilting petals
accept no accolades, i wasn’t made of mantel metals
for as the sand settles and that the last petals fell
i’ll either meet you up in heaven or i’ll see your -ss in h-ll

[hook – coal]
and as the rose wilts we feel the guilt and neglect
i watched the innocent die but it k!lled my respect
accept this life that you gave me but i’m praying for death
i watched the world rot within so i begin with what’s left
[2x]

[tones]

petals drop one by one i watch as the rose dies
destruction of the world which was now why my soul cries
i feel it so deep, could see it with no eyes
the truth is always hidden, you only been told lies
variables stays the same, nothing can make us to where the constant changes
as the next petal drops i realize i’m alone
bound by time to roam within an endless growth of this poem
insides dying screaming take us home
parallel the evidence drifted amongst one
escaped to a place where we was once from
jumped up and broke out of my sh-ll
such a beautiful rose growing out the ground in h-ll
it bewildered my senses only to watch it wilt
before i could finish my sentence, this desert is desolate
thought i could adjust to the odds
but that rose out the lake was just a mirage
a glimpse of salvation, trust in the stars
it’s in relation, this is love from the heart
we human in creation but left to suffer the mark
replaced by technology, illuminati watch thee
and follow me as was written in prophecy
but the anomaly consciously expressing the movement of my hand
across this moon lit land
it’s poetic, you go ahead and dramatize
i really wander skies, so respect the honest pride felt in bad karma’s ties
on the rise beyond marijuana highs
leave you traumatized, accomplish the process
to abolish demonics, scarred and cuffed, this life is hard enough
so in god we trust, we all just cars with rust
as humanity depreciates, i appreciate the ways
to alleviate the pain embrace when people try to say face
lying to you face to face, i lay my life at stake
if that’s what it takes for it to rise out the dirt
listen close you can hear the sighs of the earth
all i know is th-rns in my eyes when i search
focus still tryna find what it’s worth so what’s the word

(hook – tones)

[outro speaking – tones]
sometimes it just ain’t enough. even when it’s too much i brush it off and thoughts deep calm when i clutch distraught. in time trapped. it’s the mind lapsed, define it i’m back. if i, then if

(hook – tones)

- bad karma

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