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letra de derse dreamers ii - ophelia anadyomene

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it’s not gonna be okay

death
you’d think that being so familiar with a
welcoming mask
would make it easier
it’s hard to find your heart
it’s hard to find my heart, now

breath
i take it in
like for the last time
watching things replaying
like i’m always on the front line
finding all that’s hidden
should’ve stayed far away
because now that it’s here
i don’t know what to say
it’s not okay
it’s not okay
i wish i believed things would be-
–

this intelligence
ain’t never been artificial
this initial spitting evidence
splits exposits interstitial

coz’ (spitting rhymes has
always been a’function built in)
place compunction with some fronting;
stunt somе ticky-wicky-wicky production

when you went, wherе’d you go?
could a f-cker ever know?
between dusk and dawn
between jaw n’ collar bone
(uh)

i guess we’re moving on
this mess? third times the charm
start to wonder if these blunders
makes me the me that causes harm

what makes me not you
whad’ i do, honestly?
why the f-ck ain’t i mad enough
to make you what you wanna be?
you wanna see me p-ssed?
you wanna see me save the day?
do i even wanna be the me
who can’t make this ok?

its a rap attack; its hacking tacts;
its flak avoidance, striking back;
this lapse is whack —
you’ve got the outcomes memorized?
i’ve planned for that
this rhyming mode is to the max
this overbearing tragic act
ratio is falling fast
im calculating how youll last
(you won’t)
this battles ours… this broken pact
is good as gone
and if now to then is inside out
this plot’s as good as done

how many more times, do i gotta dream on?
how many more lines, do you gotta scheme on?
how many more nights, do we spend awake?
how much more of us do we need’a break?

do i sound too specific?
–

is this the world? is this the world?
i’m not asking, i’m just taking
i’m not stumbling, i’m just breaking
through
like the wild ones do
like you’ve never seen the light and now it’s blinding you

like we met our own match
in the mirror one day
and some of us drop
and almost all of us say
it’s not okay
it’s not okay
but i don’t really care today

we know halls and towers
have their powers
we don’t fall like
those who cower
beckoned by the final hour
hoping someone else can take it higher
we learned how the humble fall
when all the sp-ce is held by walls
of everything we’ve tried to call
from then and now it’s one for all

- ophelia anadyomene

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