Jordan Hill - Hit Smoke

What
What will
What
What will
What will stay the same
Into darkness of lair
Minds that do not care
Fire breath to air
Raise to king for light as i bring the sight
Die for thee in fight

Lions
Tigers
Bears
Loading trap snares
Zion fighter tears
Mounts the prey and wears
The head as crown and stares
Size the ring of bite
Constantly testing with yo life
This the knife that i put through vein
What has changed
What will moved
What will stay the same
Let me show you to play
Let me show you how to take
What is yours
Demonstrate
Open doors imitate
Primal traits
Final state
Fill your plate
Ship to freight
Demanded seven but they sent me eight

Gold leaves
Gold chains
Fold trees
Gold planes
Cold thieves
Still reign
Still weave
Through lane
Smoke
Relieves
The pain

Snorting wasabi having an out of body in the lobby
I'm getting bored this is just a hobby
Escort tried to rob me
Funny that's what turned me on
Oddly she asked for feedback
I told her that she was godly
I told her bring it back
What the fuck is wrong with me
Sick twisted fantasy
Climbing up the legs of thee, eating from your apple tree
You open up
You ask me why
I hold the space for you to cry
Talk for hours
Talk for hours
Into night
Into night
Think of why
We will die
Think of why
People try
Blink of time
Blink of eye
That we exist in the light
We persist to ignite
We resist not to fight
Some perceive eternal sight
Others seem to fit the type

Learn that you cannot control anything
It's not guaranteed
That death will bring
A melody without a ring
A sweet goodbye
Oh
Without a sting
Learn that you cannot control anything
It's not guaranteed
That death will bring
A melody without a ring
A sweet goodbye
Oh
Without a sting

Gold leaves
Gold chains
Fold trees
Gold planes
Cold thieves
Still reign
Still weave
Through lane
Smoke
Relieves
The pain

Written by:
Jordan Hill

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