demare'a - TRUCE!

Truce
I need that B like a boost
Walking with mansa
My kind too achieved
To be any use to you today

Know the movement aimless
No, I never made music awake
Too indecisive
Too many cravings to fight
So few I could sate

No way to deny it
Free will for the griot
My being a fatal design
We stay undefeated
Our feet feel no weight over lines

Our feet feel no weight
Overstimulated
My presence a takeover
Yerba and Maker's like prayer
Your word had my certainty waiver
My kind fighting curses

Biding with paintings and verses
Deny me of layers
Strip me of wire
I die fore I live in denial
Maybe let's sit for awhile

Maybe let's sit for...
Maybe let's sit for...
Maybe let's sit for

Maybe let's sit for a while
I'll take me a million
I can be still in the sand
Baby it's filthy inside
Honing a sliver of chance
Know I can will it to life

Spar with a bic in my hand
Scarred in the image of christ
Might let you borrow the body
But we can bicker over price

Written by:
Trevon Horton

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