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letra de 15 blocks - sims

[hook: sims]
i walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly
a rolling example of what the day spun directly
tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?]
trying to shake it off, if i could shake it off
i walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly
a rolling example of what the day spun directly
tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?]
trying to shake it off, if i could shake it off

[verse 1: sims]
death meets my breath in a wide-mouthed yawn
while the pres meets the press on the white house lawn
i spend my days depressed; my nights trying to shake it off
and they say “we’re lost”, and i say “you’re right”
but my generation is the seeds of vietnam
they never believed in better bombs
inevitably, and better to be, so ready[?] to bleed
he said it all wrong, can i get it all calm?
give a call to my mom, the prison i’m in, or call it a loss?
causes are lost
your mind’s behind bars and your heart’s on the gauze[?]
and f-ck it, i’m ready to walk
this is my veto ‘ my feet bleeding through my sneakers
soul leaking[?] through the speaker ‘ easy when you see the young gun
heat seeker lungs stung with black tar
never act hard than i am ‘ i never play or pretend
i’m just a man surviving in the modern ways to contend
so turn the fade up to ten, and let the banging begin
seeds of the 80’s party[?] ‘ day we shake, took up effects[?]
[?] to our necks by reagan and friends ‘ and now to say my amends
pray for a brighter than the nine-to-five-to-lifer sentence
michael’s[?] picking peppers paying piper penance
even i could rise to menace, or stoop to greatness
either way, my dues are paid in full
some choose to play the wolf
some play the sheep and cry ‘ i choose
’til the day i die

[verse 2: sims]
live wire, march to the tap of the typewriter
nine ciphers looking for life in my head
i’m tired of the voices; never had a choice to rest
gotta press, wait[?], gotta tread
but i wish i would’ve never heard the news
and now i know what you really said: confusing mess
that sh-t is fresh, but still inside the fear’s consuming
trying to put the foot down just to stop this fear from moving
so i could catch up ‘ but f-ck it, i bloom another match up
to another cig i swore to be my last one
the chain went off of that and spit the hack up on the deck
just to pull exactly where i laid a step
my stressed breath’s getting shallower with every pull
and in effect, death feeling restless for the– (i don’t know what to do)
but in its essence, it wrecks me
like two speeding cars one-way intersecting
and i’m left guessing, “which one’s gonna make it out?”
well i got pins in my frame, so this time i’m breaking out
so for now i stroll alone on a broken glow[?], smoking bones as a ghost
i’m on the walking comatose ‘ features frozen
expression is dead as a president’s slogan
i need a medic to set it
i’ve said it in a better moment than now
lost crow, lost soul
found on the branch of the doomtree
and if the day does to you what the day does to me
throw your f-cking hands up and thank “god” for lazerbeak
thank “god” for doomtree

[outro: sims]
i walk fifteen blocks just to phrase one correctly
a rolling example of what the day spun directly
tied tongue reflecting our horizon and digesting[?]
trying to shake it off, if i could shake it off
washed ash0r- with bullet holes, in all civilian clothes
and i still ain’t got it right, so i walk some more
and bid this burning city a good night

- sims

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