I hate the way you bitch at him. And the way you told him no. I hate it that you moved on. I hate it that you walked away. I hate it that you said you loved him. I hate it that you thought you were always right. But mostly, I hate the way that you said goodbye, and then hello, expecting life to have stood on by, just for you to live your life.
First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit
Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did
You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.
We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists
But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.
Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.
It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit
Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did
You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.
We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists
But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.
Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.
It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…
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