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Theres a man in the sky, can you see him hiding, crouching behind the grey mist rising. 
Thunder and lightning seems to guide him to reach that height when he needs some time in the skies to hide him from deeply diving down in abyss with the criminal minded, 
Around town thinking his fates decided, 
One time to try and escape is worth trying. 
Break these chains that he's been confined in.
Deep blue sirens penetrating silence. 
Skies are private and safe to lye in, the place between land and space divided.
Like sea side beaches thats seemed inviting then beached and breach by fleets of Vikings. 
I need some time away from these pirates. 
Pilot my own plane off of this island. 

The man in the sky where the sun is shining. 
Every cloud has a silver lining 
Looks down to earth where the buildings blind him. 
He closes his eyes and hopes for sight again. 
Then a bright light flash dilates his irises. 
Opens his mind his ideas ignited with fuel for the fires of the world's environment. 
He looks for the best in people entirely and feels stomach acid burning deep inside his ribs. 
Hybrids living off the cheaper cider with red dots for a sniper shot. 
Rifling through timeless lots, got police men tying these wired knots tighter. 
The cirlces tightening, ducking and diving, that life was tiring. 
The ground force fighting, cross firing. 
Suicidal minds and types who keep trying. 
Friends keep dying and fools keep lying, lining their pockets with tools and your diamonds. 
Thats why I left that life behind climbing the steps and headed for the skies for some quiet time. 
Titan the Pisces I'm buying time for this man in the sky, three flats high. 
He left his life behind but didn't die. 
Just moved on finally finding his feet now his appetites ideally gaining weight from more to eat. 
Bored of walking the streets so he's flying the sky line striking like lightening bolts on dark nights. 
Past paying for his crimes from a past life. 
Its a hard knock life we all cry. 
We all pay a price but we gotta survive. 
Lets high five. 
Listen and follow good advice.  
Its wise. 
Its all life.
Swallow pieces of pie, fly and get by, flee or fight,  look to the sky and take flight for a birds eyes surveillance. 
It's all solar from the lows to the highs. 
Strong minded. 
One time confined in sun shine to unwind. 
Thug life sometimes just right and stuck like bee honey. 
And life's as funny as Nick Trims old skool vs mumble rap like P Money.
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