Raging guns like banging drums follow me every hour I’m awake body’s drop like freshly cut crops but whose life is really at stake blinded by the music I make sounds floating around waiting to astound resolute Is my stance dance cards full but not by choice I’d sit here gladly lost in that voice but who can afford the time so I’ll listen to you rhyme your way through all of your pains but I’ll have to go after all this isn’t my show but I’ll keep my ear to the ground and listen for the sound of your body hitting the floor I’ll pick you up with what strength I have and I’ll take you back to that moment that we laughed I’ll make you remember the emotions of the past and I’ll give you reason to last longer than me ill do my best to set you free
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