Songs · Calls to Action
Let Go
I been placed in a good mood.
If it pleases you,
It pleases me, this my groove.
No vicissitude.
No mind games where the truth eludes me.
This is all there is and I spit it toothy.
Look at my grin!
Always asking what it takes to be him.
I’ll tell me this, it does not mean free of sin.
Ketamine might free me but that’s just where I’ve been.
The limit of my lips is they can put only so much.
We ain’t finished yet, we need a few bucks.
Cut.
Cuz I ain’t asking for none,
I just love
Somehow the future don’t seem bright.
The present does.
Behold, the moon holds our night.
Inky Crescent doves.
Shine, Love.
I done chased congruence or symmetry when I should let it be.
I wish it will be as simple as it is to me now.
Like play your orchestras and symphonies,
Please,
I need a sweeter sound plating my ground.
For I’ve been down there much for the count,
But never been out.
I can’t say I never had any doubt,
I spent too much time doused in loathing, plastered on the couch.
Foaming @ the mouth.
Wow!
Paid my weight by the pound.
I’m proud I aint drown.
But look at me now!
Bustin rhymes, no Chris brown,
The darkness couldn’t beat me down.
(Shine, my core is diamond
It’s about time I was proud.)
Somehow the future don’t seem bright.
The present does.
Behold, the moon holds our night.
Inky Crescent doves.
Shine, Love.
Let go of it.
Let go of self.
Let go of shit.
I know how onus is,
How obligations stick,
They idle us with spite.
I’m speaking for myself, we all have different sight, like,
It’s about the zeitgeist
Capturing spirit for clearance and revering what’s far and near.
Let go and drop your tears—
Don’t drink ‘em.
I know what you’re thinking un’less you aren’t.
I know the sky is starred.
That life gets hard
That swiping cards empties hearts, but look up to the sky and breathe.
The present has what you need.
Just breathe,
I know it sounds corny cuz it does to me.
But right now, here, is almost never that bleak.
Somehow the future don’t seem bright.
The present does.
Behold, the moon holds our night.
Inky Crescent doves.
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