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letra de an angles anneurism (pleasant overthinking pt. 2) - charles hamilton

thinking out loud, laying on a cloud.
there’s only 10 clouds (right?), and one of which you’re not allowed.
who can stop me now?
watching the ground from a place called now.
even as an old poster, you can’t take charles down.
if this was a bicycle sale (buy sickle cell), shop around.
find a cure for whatever sickness you wish was not a-round.
or does sickness only love richness?
i guess a bugged sentence from me is the degree of a bugged chemist.
too bad i never went to school for my gifts.
the role of a king. the tools of a prince.
flow of a sink. i move with a twist.
clothes mostly pink. shoes that can fit.
that’s all i need to be seen by the naked eye.
all of me can be seen as forsaken time.
cause i have waited. been violated.
even before the finer days find a way to become my days.

too verbose, i suppose.
close to the throne, but given less hope when alone.
when i get letters from fans that say my sh1t helps them get better,
it makes me deal with this sh1t better.
memories creeping in to the present time.
going through h-ll, paying for a check that heaven signed that bounced.
i submitted a song to god but couldn’t tell her what the record was behind the bounce.
told her “relax. i can find it out.”
she didn’t like my tone. it was time to get out.
well god, i’m sorry. i found it.
it’s called “always”. by a group named “all days”
so it wasn’t a fluke. i really love you.
you might think it’s life. it’s really us two.
i don’t know what’s left to say.
why don’t i let the hook be the collection plate?

it’s like when jay said “i jack, i rob, i sin”
i’m an imac. ipod. 3rdgen.
cause i rap like i got igin.
the digital liquor that i share with my friends.
my bad. i rock. nice chin.
well i’m jab. i box. tyson.
try jabs. i block. i win.
i’m zab. why not? fight him.
cause i black. i’m hot. i’m sick.
i tried crack, tried pot, it’s quite grim.
but life has my spot right in the sky.
that’s why god asked men to be nice cats.
guys, stop lyin.
i fight cl-ss. might not, might win.
but my might is why the liars are frightened.
the terror alert has been heightened.
for those that say they don’t like him.
i enjoy what i do. it’s like probiking.
i would still be this driven with no stipend.
in touch with my own spirits. i’ll ghostwriting.

so fast i broke lightning with no writing. started writing, paper now won’t go by him.

[hook]
anytime i’m sittin alone, i simply get in the zone, no need to pick up the phone and get to driftin.
when n-body’s around, i just listen to sound, think of verbs and nouns and put it in a sentence.
when i get in the mood, this the thing that i do, and i give it to you just so you can listen.
and i won’t stop for a minute.
and i won’t stop for a minute.

- charles hamilton

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