Moving, Slow Motion
Had to move back to the city
the suburbans too sidity
had me and my feelings and I couldn't even feel it
Got hit with a brick and didn't fidget
Hard knocks knock sense in ya or knock ya senseless
My strength is
within
Mysterious and mystic
Superior submissive-ness
A Derivative
of the state of delirium
We need to be delivered from
Ancestral residuals
Leave us descendants
Either scared are relentless
Getting back to it
I had too move
Out the way
to get back too it
Turn my back to it
Go back through it
But do it
To detach delusion
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