Flying Kites In Modern Days
I got these old habits that I’m trying to kill
Like kick off the ills
Of these psychotropic pills
Cause I’m someone else
They turned me into someone else
What you say, it’ll all come back
Whether love or it’s hate
both strange like an asylum
toxic waste
Yea that negatives a toxic waste
people want to get rich
Then it happens too fast
See a lack in your *****,
While you whipping that jag
What you mean?
What you mean?
Got corona home safe
Tryna search out the truth
But it’s still a cold case
Can we all chill out with the wars
Instead of guns in their faces
Pencils and erasers
they’re gone today
There won't be no bombs away
we’re all locked on the screen, I phone
Bet if I tried to take it
it’ll get your heart racing
locked in chains
We’re just modern slaves
It don’t matter what they say
You aint done kid
They aint got half your heart
So I know you gone win
Said,
It don’t matter what they say
You aint done kid
They aint got half your heart
So I know you gone win
Copyright © Marcel Jones | Year Posted 2018
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