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letra de fingertips - jon estrada

hollowed out a fresh spine
puffing on some fresh pine
either swallow pride or decide on your fate ahead of time (fate ahead of time)

screw this head of mine
can’t come up with better lines
i set it aside then chase it with more lecture time
irony’s you running from it
wilding far and wide (far and wide)
who you calling when you fall and need back up, no kevin federline?
jotting in this storybook of rhymes
i’m just telling mine
no formula for shine
gotta grind
off the dirt and all the grime
till you left with something brighter
losing time around the lighter
fight or flight frequent flier
tell me can we get much higher?
got an eye not even deckard could retire
got a lot on my mind
regretfully rewind
serve as a reminder
gotta be even wilder
sense of humor worst of circumstance
science of setting this on fire
gotta be bad wires
said it’s gotta be bad wires

i been snipping, don’t know which but i gotta pick
wishing i could flip a switch, make it all shift
every time i get a glimpse, seem to make sense
then it slip, almost had it in my fingertips
i been snipping, don’t know which but i gotta pick
wishing i could flip a switch, make it all shift
every time i get a glimpse, seem to make sense
then it slip, almost had it in my fingertips
fingertips
almost had it in my fingertips
fingertips

some catching up to do i guess
cut the brakes off but it’s still slow to success
phosphorescent, i’m lighting up every step
every year wash away and reset these senses
haven’t genuflected since before i saw the god in me
tell me what reflect
dipping into it consciously
maybe find the threat
silently resting inside of me
you can’t find peace and quiet dueling with a giant
talking david and goliath
but no triumph at the end
leave you a body without a head
sh-t’ll leave you n0body, not one friend
quick as a sonic boom, shadow catching up to you quicker than when you zoom
losing quality soon
more than bodily doomed
stop to collect my thoughts
and a year later resume
nother day in his room
stupid child took his sweet time
setting grievances aside
to sing a different tune
but i do believe i’m better for it
took better care tryna understand these self portraits
and trying more and more to sound less self important
but same time my inner voice what i’m exporting
so what the f-ck do you expect?
same train of thought i kept boarding
til i saw the steps
leading to some typa airport
ain’t no bennie and the jets
sp-ced out and i ain’t clairvoyant
just tryna make sense of this nonsense
tryna make sense of this nonsense

- jon estrada

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