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letra de interlude b - young mvchetes

[verse: bxk]
so where am i exactly?
lost within the block of a parking lot
sitting, furiously typing
all the words i have to say
but they’re coming out like shards of gl-ss
i’d put the metal straight through my temple
if it meant my thoughts would blast
to a page or a phone screen, or the mind of a young teen –
h-ll, i’d even accept the moment that my thoughts were known to me
before the matter splattered and scattered
so the world will never know that bryan’s a little looney
and he longed for the days below
where am i exactly?
lost within fragments of thought which continue to haunt me;
the ghosts of future, present, past pack the room so f-cking tightly
and i can’t breathe – i think i’m dying –
and sh-t, i f-cking might be, and that’s the way they look at me –
as if i’m dreaming, with their eyes beaming
red like the recorder is streaming
right into the homes of the privileged
f-ck it, at least now my life holds a little something of salvage
but i just can’t take it no more;
something so simple just out of reach
distancing the way i think
‘cause i’m indefinitely stuck between the difference of r-i-p;
trust in peace; restless sleep;
i’ll get it when i’m ready to d-i-e
so f-y-i, i’m past the lines and past the lies
am i after a p-ssionate life? do i always need to ask the skies?
get older, and you realize that jesus christ can only be so nice
while you strive through the grief and grime
i stifle the reader’s eyes –
a rifle to greet your mind; give into the cretin rhymes;
pleading to end our lives; bleeding to save our lives;
preaching to save your time; toting the tears and knives;
take me back to the slice ‘n dice
so who am i?
you have to try to read between the f-cking lines
i bluff the swine; dap up, and mask up
‘cause they’ll never f-cking track us
we’re just a couple b-st-rds trying to chase after us –
speed beyond a velociraptor –
but hide behind the mic and remain voice actors
i figured if i’m gonna burn in h-ll
i’d do it on my own terms
so then, what the f-ck am i searching for?

[outro: bxk]
just tell me what the f-ck i’m searching for
[repeated]

- young mvchetes

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