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letra de i'm me - chris rivers

i can’t remember, the last time i had an emotion
rivers runnin’ deep, but see my hearts in an ocean
drowinin’ in some fears waitin’ for sadness to soak in
but i’m numb to all the pain trapped in perpetual motion
kinetic energy recedes to devotion
but see i got these memories that’s keeping me frozen
compensating with all these oils and lotions
so really pickin pens, but finding use in a trojan
trapped in a culture and im sippin’ on potions, really
hoping it’s poison so my death can be potent, can’t stand
the flashing lights and all the smilin’ and posin’
imma keep it real or die in the same dirt that i rose in
reverse pheonix, burnt for ashes and smoking
this kid posses qualities, the stars is exploding
but never found his light you see the darkness has chose him
but he’s here to guide you while you hear the dragon has spoken
in 3rd person, but his mental just worsens
he’s a, pessimist p-rn star, an optimist virgin
he’s a, pile of leaves that just got caught in a whirlwind
he’s a suicidal coward who’s just hoping the world ends
a worthless piece of sh-t, at least according to girlfriends
he always gave his all and never cheated or hurt them
a homeless fat punk who broke in on an urge and
he never found god though prayed to every version
i’m just hoping you mothaf-ckas can feel me
i’m just giving you mothaf-ckas the real me
and to you f-cks who wanna mold and conceal me, i’m not my f-cking father scream that sh-t till it kills me
profanity tabers and shatters my tapestry
i try and keep it pg but that’s not a reality
this world is filled with hate, grave degrading and casualties
and we’re products of all of it mind soul and anatomy
it’s a tragedy, but i try to do my best
living by the morals and boundaries i set
but all of these restrictions just contribute to my stress
my life has boiled down to loneliness and the mic, check
staring at this ceiling like why haven’t i died yet?
my plate is always filled with the type of sh-t i can’t digest
and i gotta eat it all the ain’t thoughts i could die yet
my self destructive ways will help me fall i can’t fly yet
uh, but i can fly if i try to
try to hold me down and i will fly just to spite you
just know my wings are always yours my heights are your heights too
a dragon with some p-ssion hope you know i’m just like you
i’m me

- chris rivers

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