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letra de furthermore - deca

mm, mm, mm, yeah

well spat holy for
h-ll’s wrath study like (?) when called to war
knives in the back to amass a few dollars more
the sky cracked and shook old scratch to his hollow core
full-throttle, catching lightning bolts in bottles
like there’s no tomorrow on the winding road we follow
for years i rocked steady here while barely breaking even
then started moving product by the crate when they were sleeping
malnourished pockets, plus-sized dreams
cup half-full, regardless what life brings
brave new day, new tape to debut
been waiting on the music hq to make a breakthrough
it takes two, takes a lot of toiling at the grindstone
reminded of the apple bit when i reboot the iphone
there he goes down a rabbit hole, set to crack the code
last to know how the casserole is made, or data’s sold
i know i saw smoke rising from the grassy knoll
i know there’s eyes everywhere, like an aspen grove
that’s hyper-rational, of course, get it through your gourd
troubadours don’t stockpile weapons for future wars
but for the sake of argument and pete’s pistol
or gabriel’s ratchet, i keep clean as a whistle
a swarm of silver-tipped heat-seekers like
migrating geese fly through the air and tear through your meat and gristle
a few choice words for troublesome kids
smug, self-satisfied herbs with nothing to give
fact is, i’m not above shooting scuds at your wig
when getting hatred in return for the love that i give
i saw three lames, trying to fit a key in the lock
one releasing wild trash, while critiquing what’s not
one a federal op, with the s-p as a prop
the last a handsome boy, graduated cream of the crop
the aim’s to be kind, sweet as bird singing in the springtime
’til your overstep or cross a certain boundary line
short of that, it’s all pounds and peace signs
peep the big brain on brad misusing words in the meantime
to all the rest, god bless, i’m glad you came out
my ship came in, i still harbor all the same doubts
it’s more lifeboat than freighter, but i stay afloat
and treat the lines i put to paper like a sacred oath
set reminders, new tools, nothing less than promised
applying pressure, turning coal into precious diamonds
next-level phonics, the dust never settles on us
pedal to the metal, tell those devils to get behind us
desperate times call for measured responses
decepticons call for scanning retinas and palm prints
sound minds assessing our collective unconscious
say to focus on what precious – all the rest of it’s nonsense

- deca

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