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letra de sometimes - don shimoda

sometimes i don’t know how to act around people
seeker, painting pictures that are worthy of the easel
sleeper, mad compression like im runnin on diesel
sweeper, ive been crazy ever since i was in fetal
nicotine reached my veins from the amniotic sac
no damage just a changed way to think and act
thinkin back i never like the ways that id react
reenact all the things that i never took back
way before i found my vice i cruised around my town
acrylic wheels left foot kickin away from the ground
b-mpin it to eazy cube and dres old school sound
never go anywhere too far id just make my rounds
never thought my head would hold such a strange situation
stuff like this can’t be caught from a minor investigation
my mind is more than just an intricate ill-stration
thoughts going off the wall from inhibiting incubation

my words resonate through the rocks and trees
my soul levitates becomes one with the breeze
visions in my mind of what’s coming to be
curtains have arisen trying to hide all i see
silhouettes and secrecy cuttin visibility
knowledge is the one thing that can make you free
so you gotta strike while the irons hot
can’t be distracted by confided plots-
play nice strike sharp through decided thoughts
infiltrate the inst-tution just to break the locks
surprise them with your mind make them breathless
surp-ss them all the time this race is neckless
b-mp it all the time so you can check this
and whack f-ckers dont get on this guest list
rappers salty i eat em like chex mix
all said and done d-mn son i wreck cliques

i don’t disappoint unless its your point i’m dissin
seek your trail through chapters inside your fiction
with lack of any substance basis jurisdictions
just clothing obsessions and your personal addictions
no wonder i see you don’t spark for ignition
your set to fail just like the challenger’s mission
except this time, i’ll be the one to explode
and with each line, the parts of you will erode
exposed, like b-tches in strip clubs and such
composed, causing fear i hope its too much
for you to handle, like the chips that you gamble
the mercy is ample, you can’t hold a candle i
feel like i got a trillion synapses firing
my resilient syntax is inspiring
a brilliant index of whose conspiring
a valiant apex with brand new wiring

- don shimoda

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