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letra de starlight - cayea

[intro]
all the clouds are gone now
i can see the stars now, now, now
all the clouds are gone now
i can see the stars now, now ,now, now

[verse 1]
above the ignorance, along the sh0r- of sentiments
swimming in shallow waters infested with the militants
the elements of man and woman have hit the fan
so i combine both my hands in hopes of a better land
am i a man? doesn’t the powerful ability
of consciousness supreme rely on responsibility?
i know the stars are feeling me, i’m feeling you too
i apologize for the humans and for all that we do
see there’s a struggle between devil and god
white and black, light and darkness that won’t allow our minds to relax
every millennium we get clean then slowly relapse
we still sing, it’s funny how an inanimate thing
such as money can become as powerful as a king
and how the death of child slaves is overlooked for a ring
what men of the poetic genre consider the bling
baffled, the house of human morals really needs a scaffold
i’m scaling the wall, give a d-mn if i fall
i’d rather die trying to change than die not trying at all
head in my hands waiting for a god to give me a call
re-ssure me that my ethics are correctly involved
but it ain’t happen, so maybe it’s the thought behind the action
when virtuous, that bring us to an infinite satisfaction
doesn’t matter if we feel that we’re molecular abstractions
as long as your energy flows through you, you’re divine, yeah

[interlude]
show me who i am, show my soul
pick up all the pieces, make me whole
live forever in the starlight, unbreakable
live forever in the starlight

[verse 2]
i came alive in the morning, living every moment never yawning
manifested the destiny, sp-wned it
drinking from the goblet of youth
spirit’s 200 proof, so pure, of my greatness i’m so sure
planetary alignments freed me of my confinements
now my only -ssignments proving that i’m divine sent
smash a television peep the vision of your mind set
stream out your soul, make yourself whole
story’s told, the oral tradition is p-ssed down
the language of fiction, addicted to that sound
the background of man’s creativity so vividly drawn
on the canvas of the mind in dawn, imma find my other half
stare at the absurdity and laugh, continuing on biological paths
we run, if we can go fast enough we can make it to the sun
now bring me my daughter, bring me to my son
bring me my daughter, bring me to my son

- cayea

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