Brown Tapes - Wicked

It's a blast from the past, can't you picture the mixture
Burn the back of your throat like shots of the wicked liquor
Everybody's got 'em and that's a part of the problem
Emotions is mixing in and it makes it harder to solve 'em
Moral quandaries airing out ya dirty laundries
Moral compass conundrum is wicked so you bump 'em
If you take the dotted line and it makes it harder to find them
Separate divine from the people seeking asylum
Justice is blind, don't be blind to the facts though
Tax before the boardwalk make it harder to pass Go
In the eye of the storm, it's darkest before the dawn
The grass is always greener, don't diss the patch that I'm on
Good and bad collide, battlefield is gray areas
Ground troops and eyes, I'm talkin' Harriets and Harriers
Battles ain't won just with bullets and bombs, dude
Take a second to reflect and maybe you'll find truth

It keep me up at night, but give me a reason to write
Feeling like you're falling make you realize your calling
Let me stand up for a second, take a break from all the crawling
Pulling me through when my mind is all places
Taking all the wandering and turn it into chasing
Wicked beats and vicious rhymes, judicious minds
Take ya time writing lines when I'm feelin' it
Holdin' over, wasting time, it never made no Casanova
Casablanca, it still happens, love like that
Though, the movies growin' older
Tit for tat, mind like that, you will never taste the soda

Written by:
David Rodas

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