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letra de man on the wire - the thought

[intro: the thought]
man on the wire
ain’t gon’ retire
chase my desires
blaqknoiz!

[hook: the thought]
man on the wire
ain’t gon’ retire
chase my desires
tracing the liar, ain’t no designers
we don’t behave!
stand in the fire
ain’t gonna light up
we ain’t here rushing to fight ya
we coming through for the cypher
and we gonna rage!

[verse: the thought]
thought been the garbage, thought been the plague
thought took the mockery out on his play
cops found no robbers, so came through to prey
toppled the rocker and stomped out the babe
thought been the broken, thought been the jailed
thought been so hopeless for wind in his sails
the mop saturated and to no avail
stopped for beration, then plopped in the mail
clayton at arms, and laymen’s confused
they hate on my charm and feel like a rube
pushing for cylinders, friction of cubes
kush in the prison, diction concludes
self-contradictory, wealth ain’t a victory
health means the beat of your heart and your empathy
so d-mn pretentious, it’s more than investment
flow is the dressing, go find what i mean

[bridge: zen stokely]
ayyyyy go find what i mean
find what i mean!

[verse: zen stokely]
illusions of being a human
time not a factor, i’m losing
some people do, and i think
others just think, rather do it and loosen
and all of these burdens, one thing is for certain
a shackle, meant never was fitting
stuck in a box like pandora
shuffling cards on the corner just sitting
aware house in a warehouse
sharecropper, so i got weed
growing locs, that’s godspeed
getting nice with the spells like quan chi
and everybody need a moment to get better
becoming what you want when under pressure
speak your mind, say whatever
just don’t manifest what you can’t address
if everybody got a destination
but don’t know what to do without the preparation
the mind is a ground full of hesitation
got you putting back together what was separated
not a designation, just a blanket for paper-chasing
blank face when it’s danger, weighed an eighth
it’s graze and misbehave on windy days
i seen the waves you made, arrange the flame

[verse: smith the poet]
something neat in the soda
got you geeked, figures noticed
you ain’t jodec, been the locksmith
got my woes, a motor-boating
get it cold, the heat i’m holding
more bogus, you hardly know if
the showbiz has lost its motive
i’m broken, not black and blue
i happen to back the bull
no p-ssenger, p-ss the tools
my practice just can’t conclude
’til they jacking all my jewels
dub it casper, me some cool
if it captures all of you
more to me, than sorry duels
with sap for slap, a slew
so we must presume he reps the rap
and drew ajar in lack of juice
i step the stellar thru, with clever set-ups
dudes embellish to defend, more relish the bend
entailed your leaves dimensions
to sail the streets confessions
impaled for cheap discretion, 40 acres and a mention
yesterday is now indebted, ’till today like probably 7, ha

- the thought

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