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letra de triggered - rhymefest

[verse: helixx c. armageddon]
there’s trauma, and then there is peace
and then there’s a little bridge you build between
the body and relief
it’s how i sleep under the cannons
running plays with the dragons, [?] waves with the kraken
believe me, it’s not fiction
poetry in motion galvanizes the descriptions of
safe harvest when even “safe” has its limits
hard to play possum
when you’re both the sufferer and the witnеss
there’s a part of me i don’t want to see;
it’s in thе place within my soul where my primitive monster grieves
triggered by what i read and see
dangers in the room, and it’s not you, it’s me

[verse: rhymefest]
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i leaned on you under pressure
broke your heart in pieces and glued it all back together
this is the j-panese art of kintsugi
every town we’ve hammered scars reveals the beauty
imagine if passions built like a male m-s-ch-st
enchanted by your beauty but thrives under the nastiness
i can never sit calm when the stress comes
we go to war, throwing f-bombs
but after the bombs fire, i post bond, and bond tighter
we make love next to bonfires
see, this my trauma-bonded disease
dangers in the room, and it ain’t you, it’s me
[verse: helixx c. armageddon]
there’s no canaries in the coal mine
just to send the fear in the passageways in slow time
scorched earth, bare feet eating the dirt
that’s when all my grey sleeves and i’m an animal first
veins dripping that rocket fuel, sweat pool swimming and trained without [?]
if you care about what the opps would do
about to move the fourth wall, show you the obstacles
mirror asks questions, advancing on the shadow self, but shadows teach the lessons
inner alchemy’s not guaranteed
dangers in the room, and it’s not you, it’s me

[verse: rhymefest]
my resolution to workout just didn’t work out
i was going vegan till the chicken brought the jerk out
i was smoking herbal till the heathens brought the ‘durk’ out
ask yourselves this question: are you better or you worse now?
(i don’t know)
it’s like i lost the first, second, and third round
then traveled the world just vibin’ on how the earth sound
(how she sound?)
beautiful, wild, and unusual
we was trying to rhyme, and lives turned to a musical
entourage turned enemies, but i’mma turn this industry into my ministry
never left the south side, i be in the streets
dangers in the room, but it ain’t you, it’s me

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