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letra de ember - saint ember

[verse 1]
hit the mic in a posture that don’t invite many offers or stale comparisons
rare is him
travel like leif ericson
to bury gems across the world he’s barely in
continents of consonants
the words that tend to carry him
can only be presented in the form of
written sentences
menacing
working til my mental state is limitless
i been amiss
saint up on the ember trail
feel it til your heel is stale
promised them i will prevail
because i’m trying harder than the hardest n-gga
i’ll never snap cause i’m a part inside the larger picture
and chalking this sh-t as impossible is part of fiction
i’m proud of this and i won’t stop until my thoughts are missing
and moments pass it’s so much harder for me not to miss em
i’m moving on, new baton
passing off the distance
i feel my new position slipping
off the roots i’m given
tripping off the roof
i’m sipping truth from
out the fountain that’s be sifting out
my new decisions
my few admissions run with ivy
when i’m truly itching
i’ll tell you my newest tensions
until then i won’t even mention
no form of division
meant to perform but i’m different
living aside from attention
don’t mean these eyes ain’t attentive
i just mean the windows tinted
but i’m seeing out it
and n-ggas think this ain’t for real
i knew i’d be about it
easy to peek around it
harder to be in this sh-t
my penmanship a gentle mix
of penitence and infinites
i cannot see no end for this
i been looking forward i can’t see no end for this
i been chasing corners i can’t see no end for this
if i did i guess that sh-t would be the end of him
i’m grateful for my innocence
i thank you for my innocence

[verse 2]
i am, just who i have to be
to keep this glass menagerie in tact
slightly bashful but emphatic when he’s fast asleep
my attic still harassing me
masses let the masters speak
who reached the golden pastures
never knowing they were down the street
i found her waiting in the garden
pulling flowers for a crown that she would pass to me
told me they would hassle me
but i could find a way to lose myself inside my masterpieces
just so i’d be happy breathing

[verse 3]
uh, check
moving fast
the pictures left on the glass
more memories on the dash
unwritten notes of the past
missing
back up when the tracks spinning
catch me on my last vision
tryna chase a past mission
i ain’t bout no fast living
take it slow
travel places you ain’t been before
see familiar faces run in place until they hit the floor
i’m scared of moving up and going up into a different floor
but i would rather live to age than say i never got to grow

- saint ember

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