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letra de afterlife (judgement) - kon kyoshi

[intro]
if ignorance is bliss then i’m f-cking suffering
bring on the heat b-tch i love the game
this plane is plain wrong hold on to the string
no need to preach i’ve reached the pinnacle
ok cool come follow me
leave your suitcase it’ll just get in the way
everything’s the way that it oughta be, we’ll that’s the theory
a little vex, with mix of cynical

[verse 1]
b-ss booming ruin the mood of neighbors a lot
knocking on my door but i ignore ’em enormous amounts
of that loud, quiet down we ain’t running out
no time soon, consume the fumes of the fowl
fool, the young mind is so malleable
moldable, roll it into a blunt to be blunt with you
priorities, to tease the youth and keep the truth
pry open the bag, i finna bag me a beauty
the tree to free me from anxiety
inside of me, a meet and greet with mr. king of misery
unleash the apathy i’m actually, done with the wrong and the rules
kon is commutable
we’re sharing the same particle

strings longer than dreads on a rasta
you need to be higher to grasp the
significance of the cancer
causing you to close your third eye

[bridge]
the two that you’re using to rely, lies
enlightenment the founder of truth, youth
eternal learn you oughta be wise, i
supersymmetry of the two, who
owns the guitar tuning the tune, who’s
plucking each note toting the loom, who
arranged the composition of you, who’s
smoking the potent herb in the room

“you know you f-cked up right?
look
you can’t shoulder the whole world’s sins
listen”

[verse 2]
i used to be the musician wearing the suit (show)
i went to war, i was unstoppable (war)
did some things, but i paid my dues (karma)
even the devil couldn’t collect my soul (grim)
had to fight my way out of limbo (limbo)
but ended up in a place quite remote (judgment)
i must say these confines i’m not fond of
i really hope that kon finds a place to go
a place to roam a place to stroll
i’m looking straight into the face of holy
judge and jury face the fury
when the gavel hits the block i’m doomed
well d-mn, it was fun while it lasted man
my story shall remain history in the museum
stupid string theories and abstract thoughts
the f-ck was i thinking it would be enough
just hurry up and send me away
i was getting tired anyway…

- kon kyoshi

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