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Learning to float

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 a