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letra de severely fragmented - draino

draino:

i never use old raps
for it never captures the emotions and experiences
that have elapsed, and been stashed, into
membrane cells, trapped in you skull
that swell when excessive traffic dwells, and repels
against logic, “do you remember that topic”
nahh i guess i forgot it
or misplaced it in the rocket’s c-ckpit, or was it
ahh f-ck it will come back to me
when i least expect it, is this sh-t infectеd
or just filled with repetitivе, sedatives
numbing the concept of knowing what i know
so how i do i stow this f-cking info
to allow me to show you my full potential
in front of any individual, its pitiful i know
but it’s the growth of these not knowings
that’s got the librarian
going when she’s com-ing
and still funding that something whilst wondering
is there any hope, in getting all these knots
out of this rope, before i choke
on thoughts upon thoughts i have scattered
i’m trying to find sanity in this madness
before the contents are stamped pure sadness
chorus x 2

absorb it, ignore it, it still get stored its
a flawed facility, with you
controlling stability
and the ability to maximise its use
don’t lose the map
or else your doomed

at any given time i can find
myself focusing on events i thought were past tense
or are they really just future events awaiting around the corner
see i should be a mourner of super gran, i remember
holding that hand as a young lad and a man, d-mn
am i so superficial that i can’t grab a box of tissues
and let tears, dismiss this sadness
for time is ticking, and my mind is skipping
the seconds when it comes to special recollections
i was a man, pumping those pistons
i swear i felt affection, but the more i think about it
my perception controllers, have obtained a flaw
hence reality on the wrong angle
so i guess i’ll strangle myself
or capture the truth
once a clear minded youth
i’m now flesh and bone
stuck within a door-less booth
looting these compartments
digging into my own marsh pit, i lift memories
upon memories in search for that sacred entity
that stores what i’ve done in my life
and what motivates me
to do what i do
a hip hop man, with a brain just like you

- draino

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