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letra de february 29th - crops

rip chester bennington

i’ve been losing my balance
not the kind you’re thinking i’m stacking allowance
i’m surprised they allow this
awkward kid in high school finally got american talent
but this bit isn’t magic
it took a couple years of practice
and i still need a lot more if i wanna make it happen
dream of cash crops from rappin
to be the cream of the crop, now that’s field plannin’
i’ve been composting every night
composing lines gotta make ’em just right
fail a few times, but that’s expected when you write
since so many do it, you get judged thorough for it
well the gavеl’s thor’s hammer, can’t lightly strike it
a couple rhymеs comin’ down like lightning striking
they say it won’t hit twice, technically you missed being right
it can and will in due time
can’t be immune to the weather, sometime this sunshine
will burst through your blinds
i’d say these soundwaves will get caught in your brain
but that’s just what my friends say
and i can’t be too sure if their just being nice
yeah you got substance and the flow is tight
yet it’s still a battle in my head to get over the plight
am i wrong for this?
should i stick to spoken word?
can a beat even emphasize not feeling heard?
tend to stay stuck in the lessons i learned
the past only teaches when you move forward
present but i wasn’t there for it
a lot of moments lost since my mind ignores them
slightly morbid, but i’m built that way
a mitochondriac researching power sales to get paid
not really, can’t call myself an entrepreneur
only tour endured left me closer to street curb
how ironic, that’s exactly what it was
shoving my music down other’s throats
wonderin’ why they regurgitate with nope
that’s not a punchline just a reminder that hope
can leave as quick as it comes, don’t rely on relics or notes
if you’re fragile you break, and ink will ruin from the rain
the only thing permanent is notions of how we behave
so if i’m perceived as ill, it’s likely i’ll end up in that state
man i miss the states
i signed up to leave, and now i’m missing texas like a mistake
what if this whole track is a miss take?
will i ever release that mixtape?
it’s been a couple years and still not dropped
let myself down, hardware shop
it’s difficult for me to find a beat that pops
that’s a lie, i’m just lazy
don’t know if i should invest into something so crazy
probably recite so much my esophagus is straining
swallow my doubt, this is spit training
i’ll be d-mned if i trade this for anything less than amazing
born to put words in an order that curves
the competition always get caught up in repetition
futuristic i’m a man on a mission
say i’m going blind but i got 2020 vision
no longer a joke, that’s the year we’re actually livin’ in
bet i’m still getting judged by appearances
my peers don’t know this is serious
the joker is really a sad series of events
it’s an unfortunate road, but at least i found jesus
i have to believe in this as i do him
or truly i failed us both in the end
rip chester
man i miss you and heath ledger
not to mention x, only reason i started was because of an ex
everyday i’m alive, i pray there’s a next
we really don’t know when we’ll exit
that being said imma make each moment precious
i lose sleep for this, while others sleep on this
no receivin’ gifts, no turning back, no receipt for this
this is all i have, repeat my mad lib, these lips that can’t fib
too honest, although that should be good
it just never is, my mind won’t stop as long as i live
i’ll just keep writing my gist, until the crib turns to crypt
i’m not okay, until these voices i rid
is this therapy or guilt? aromatherapy with smashed pills?
only excadrin, don’t wanna feel, aches from the migraine
please heal from my pain, that’s all i can ask without feeling shame
heal from my pain, remember my name
crops!

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