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letra de morphine - last sons

[verse 1: duke01]
i got em enraptured by the rant capture with no filters factored. this morphine for the mind flows fractured
pieced together like patchwork, full access no p-sswords are required, but if access is denied then it wasn’t meant for you anyway
last sons still detonate deadly dirty bombs of dissonance, shrapnel for the listeners, the binary b boy business
coalesce thoughts that are disparate, verbalise what the vision is, feel relief from the release like pardoned innocent prisoners
these audio images ill-strate what the position is like gps satellites that orbit in the abyss of the limitless
live from the precipice dangling over an abyss, where the flames licking at the kicks are those of the apocalypse
and the feet stamping at the grip are those owned by the rich, or those brainwashed to believe that they too will benefit
there are hands that -ssist, they are rare but they exist, they’re attached to the minds of those that dare to resist
two ways to raise the fists, defence and solidarity, fighting to get a foothold, battling more than just gravity
the clarity of terrain disparity is a travesty, the tenacity of apathy to this strategy of savagery
the blind eyes to brutality, the deaf ears to the pleas, the resounding mute rebuke to the exposure of their schemes
these scenes call for a morphine dream, paink!ller journal, know these words alone are like super soaker versus inferno

[break]

[verse 2: uncommon nasa]
i’m the king of small fame, hear them cheering not really
the reason why, i’ve got a theory
it involves enough bleeding to leave you teary
scars like salmon searing, pain like pulled earrings
these painful symptoms similar to addiction
but we never treat the disease
like fiends we got the itch, we got things to st-tch
we got songs to pitch, we gotta live off it or die rich
give me a drip to ensure i’m surviving
fluids flush the body, it’s an i.v
these people are professionals, they know what i need
driving and driving and driving until i’m crazy
we look at each other like, “yo, that’s amazing!”
we have no reach so brother we are fading
i’m not exactly sure what i am saying
but keep showing up to the spot to stay paying
is this really how you build a scene?
by taking hit after hit, til you turn a fiend
feeling effects of something started as a teen
this art is my life, you can call it morphine

- last sons

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