Stilettos
Just Let it go, woah. Feel the rush of the blow,
No, I cant do it though I'm At my all time low,
Lord show me some grace,
I've seem to forget,
When I sing dark and low,
then scream in falsettos,
till my voice box shakes and breaks
like a kankle In tall stilettos,
i need to let go,
and fall to below,
till Gods call bellows,
and moves me beyond,
the echoes and i know you know,
You see the beast in me,
released in beats, bequeathed to me,
by abuse, increased the feat, I'll grease my knees,
and beat my feat, No sleep for me,
I must compete, until I be, a gust of dust,
com-bust and crush this earth like pie crust.
Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013
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