The Black Ace - Ed Morta Interlude

Grabbing my chest, nothing but lost hopes, Holy Ghost
Drawing my breathe, sharp as a note, let it out, Holy smokes
Nothing but time, nothing but stress
Training my body, feel like a wreck
I'm in a galaxy far, far away
Yet I can't move past the present day
I'm in exile
My legs can't walk the next mile so my spirit must
I'm the Icarus that took heed
Didn't fly low, just wanted the speed
Didn't fly high 'till I knew I was confident that when I reached up I would touch my dreams
No matter the cost, no matter the loss, I know I ain't stopping until my heart
If this is mine, oo-ah
If this is mine
I'm an assassin, follow the creed
Always For The People, A-F-T-P
But even still, my heart is broken again
I put the pieces in a Ziploc
Blue Jacket with the big pockets
I'll find some time to put it back together
I'm The Black Ace
The Bay Philosopher, The Lonely Lover
From the Constitution to the Sunshine State
My words will warm your soul in the coldest of places even when they're written in the chillest of spaces
Hospital beds, on the edge of bridges
Backpacks filled with broken led, notebooks filled with smidges of black on my hands like soot
The traces of hardships, scars left from car flips
The tryptophan has got me watching my mind slip
I said the tryptophan has got me watching my mind slip
Touch down if you get it, touch down, touch down
ReneSounds on the edit, ReneSounds, ReneSounds
Touchdown if you get it, touchdown, touchdown
ReneSounds on the edit, ReneSounds, ReneSounds like woah

Written by:
Adrian O'Sullivan

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