CYRUSON - B.T. (Beyond Terrestrial)
(VERSE)
Understand what's on my own 'fore supporting other shoulders
Who blood on the ground when this all done and it's over
Prolly gon convince ya that ya educated wrong
Told us how to play instrument not a song
Polar opposite of 우리 scrambling like cooties back
Shrugging off ya duties duly never paid your payment visit
Got you and your homies stressin' never pressin' for a same cause
CCTV hacked can't see coordinated
(pause)
Fight for a philosophy while stabbing founding fathers
Finger pointing culture patrons in the end who's bothered
What you really hurting for stealing units burning for
Activist or oppurtunitist who are you looting for
(rooting for)
Tell me I don't have a place to fucking say it
Not even in the race how dare I fucking say it
Well everybody's got themselves opinions and the finish line the same
Put my statement on a flag wave it
While I scream my name
Ain't nobody growing up think you're helping by just posting up;
Speaking outta hand without
Knowing what you're throwing up
Don't know enough
Been in comatose don't you fucking pull the plug
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America the loneliest of lands
Broke and hungry and you're let out of her hands
Sometimes i felt i wanna run away
Lucky i was born with my blood a ticket to escape
I can't blame you if you're like me but you don't use it
You know who got you here know there's no excuses
Had your share of bruises have the skin to prove it
우리 immunity pray that I see me through it
Pray that I see me clearly say that I find me dearly
Country of clanging metals who the fuck is staying dreamy
Who the fuck say crop is creamy
If i don't know myself what do i hope to achieve let me be one to degree me
I won't let you degrade me
Fuck you I'll stand and go free me
I won't let you think for a fucking second that you saved us
I'm just here keeping a promise from my past life
Let me fall where I may after I spend all my change
Responsibility for cards that you're dealt
Iron grip on mine I'd never trade with a body else
Luck in of itself to feel that way
Increasing rarity for member of society to find pathway
Much less their own halfway of the time they never do make it home
Never do find their bones
Call Indiana Jones
A man buried himself in his tomb in search for his gold
World is losing it's hope
Losing it's shape losing it's temperature
Look to the sky to be sure look to me lie to me first
Palm to your cheek I know your habit disbelieving it first
Confirming worst case; my you don't seem to be first
Maybe on some slot off the calendar we can laugh
But that's all prophet business following barely possible task
Pray that I see me clearly say that I hold me dearly
Country of clanging metals I hope it survives sincerely,
Yours.
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