Cloud Camo - Solace (Therapy Mix)

Time for a session of
Yea some open mic therapy
Homie, it's not easy
Feels like boxing rounds with 3 Alis
When I'm face to face with demons chasing me like Voorhees
You know I'll be serene in a cloud where the heavens reach
Indeed

Good evening, my fellow mortals
I'm here just crafting a portal
Between our timelines
Last weekend was seated, placated on that moonlit bench
Felt fragmented, tormented, a drunk Picasso sketch

Saw alternate versions of me, one with an Acura
Dash like Night Rider to lovers and act like Dracula
Whispers linger on a neck, a slew of new vernacular
Assures their nerves, they've never felt sensations of this caliber

Yea some open mic therapy
Homie, it's not easy
Feels like boxing rounds with 3 Alis
When I'm face to face with demons chasing me like Voorhees
You know I'll be serene in a cloud where the heavens reach

My solitude forms another skin my dude
As I'm cruising out at night, lights hover like Khonshu
I'm forging some Satori
Work ethic mimics the Unsullied
My pen's a compass, chasing paradise, it's running from me
Got nothing to offer Earth but beats and poems
I'm growing my craft before my bones are matching some coffin tones

Written by:
Rich Renelique

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