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Climbing.

Their screaming to come out of me,
I open the page and we go from white to black with nobody to stop me
I'm just spitting, maybe lyrically, hysterically
They don't even hold hands but word per word its what I could land

But fuck it, what does it matter
It's a twisted spin on when I use to utter gold
But I guess we go back to basics when the truth unfolds
All we see is the need, the greed, and honesty holding strong.

So here we are flowing down the purity
Cruising like we've already forgotten,
We have it in us but why look deep inside
when we're standing in a house of cards

So pick a card any card
Here's where the magic from a shooting star
Motivated me to move past the opposing war
I rose in silence painting it black to get it out of me

But at the end of the day lets realize one thing
We fought to stand on the shoulders of our ancestors,
We climbed the walls and looking down realized,
The first man we stood on was our former self.

So let this be a lesson to the three-way spitters
Those who've got your back with a knife
For there's all this hype and everybody's being critical
Hypocritical.



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You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
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Heck I've gone mute,
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that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
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We stop pinching ourselves and assume
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Click

"Click".

It switched.
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Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
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To shame.

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For every detail and every insight
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Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,
Obtruded.

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

On nature's sincerity

I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets.
The picture was rightfully painted Had I blinked, I would have missed it. Do not use sincerity It is not becoming of usage.
Learn to become And you will see the world As it was born It will smile once more. x