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letra de it snows here - wiser observer

[intro]
(page turning, scribbling and mumbling)

[verse 1]
less metaphors
less of a ch0r-
this is more for my healing and less for the applause
it’s a lesson for my blessing more or less for my poor
my poor soul which is rotting at the core
i bought every dream that the world had in store
and i left my bible at home, meeme at the door
i’m at war
and i miss home…
i miss the fam and the walls and the floor
for those three years, i only wanted to leave
for those three years, i just wanted to breath
for those three years, i was running on steam
but i guess those three years were really better for me
they made me wiser…
but there’s a lot of dark things that i think, but never rhyme on
a lot of bad moments that i’ve held, but never cried on (aaahh!)
a lot of times i should have fought, but always chose to lie on
don’t know who to rely on
john, peter, simon
please teach me get my christ on
’cause alcohol and cigarettes is where i get my ride on
grind on
every single girl i lay my eyes on
and every track i’m supremic phoenix, fire bulimic heaving
even dragons are terrified of my fire breathing screaming
i mean it, these rappers scheming
i leave them bleeding apart
i tried to spit from the heart
but it snows here…

[verse 2]
peter said use bigger words in my verses
and i tried, but it felt like a lie
i’m really not conscious
i just spit what i feel and hope it haunts you
i just pray on my knees when the thought crosses
or when i’m struggling to breath in long cl-sses
(come on tuma keep it together)
people scared of dying alone, i’m terrified of dying
the same voice saying, “man up”, made me scared of crying
and so i drink
need a lot more alcohol, please send another boat before i sink
as of late i can’t write sober, i can’t think
can’t blink
without the thought of death crossing my mind
i’m terrified of the idea of leaving bodies behind
is it unkind
i only pray to god out of fear?
and then it’s back to the beer
back the vodka
where is my list of sins? how many have i now crossed off?
what have i brought on?
starting to wonder if people change
i’m envious of people confident in jesus’ name
’cause in my brain
words run
with temperatures hot as the sun
one gun rappers leave them well above well done
well son
right one to rip your body apart
but when i spit from the heart
it snows here…

- wiser observer

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