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letra de nobledeeds - leland philpot

[verse 1]
it’s like a dream leave my quiet by a stream
rhyming piety pious silence science by a scream
as if i need to license what i weave, my interim
spent by re-visioning my life and where it leads
ain’t so much scared than geeked
insomuch smarts dl ’cause unawares on fleek
a vanguard of the pen pensive, could make amends
but it’s dense sentences ’til the end
my valency violent, they can see – soul no vacant
but they k!ll off dave’s and king giants
yea, my valency violent, charge go from a to z
want you to play a thing and say what i made it to mean
my only hope, o holy ghost, i know better
than to brag i flow better, game peeped, no pressure
can’t leave, soul next to strengthening more
blessed to angle these flows to help the pain in these folks
canvas with a pickaxe and a pallet full of soul
each brushstroke known, becoming stone
i sing of hearts full of hope though broken, smote
thin lines of rope, light as a moat
my quotes for the future only, i lost time
looking for lost time, lookee i lost mine
could pay the cost fine, it’s fine
could you do a better job than the quick? the maker of the mind?
a think for the thinkers
posing for the answer, a picture for the blinkers
the roswell rose
only those who wait to see him come could ever see him go
like no ne’er alone, my soul got a song
hole got a balm, did a whole lotta wrong
now i’m on god alone, they’d rather my eye toward
things of demise, i see through their guise like
well made ice, better yet, heaven’s steps
jesus said it best, the bread is blessed but the letter death
and with whatever met imma measure and set a length
whatever i can teach ’em while reaching with sentences
imma teach ’em, weaknesses imma sons and leek ’em
imma son and meek ’em, not to stunt the preaching
this a wartime song, still wavy ’cause the tide’s strong
pen a vision lyric in a different timezone
just know, imma get to what my mind’s on
if ever my mind’s off, i’m living this life wrong
i serve god, this cross is for the picking up
emboldened by his love felt as though i had given up
many a time, wanna look at mistakes?
look at any of mine, my two cents is a penny a rhyme
‘member nights asking god just to send me a line
i’m fighting for my life and i’m plenty behind
strife that i’ve sown striking my soul, like, right in the dome
right in my home, so i put the plight in the poem
writing these songs to power, it’s just a sight of my own
i’m only fighting if i’m fighting alone, gone

- leland philpot

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