I could stand and behave, but it's nothing to me
I long for the free, no limitation to breath
No reason too now, cause my lungs are so frail
But a breath from your life
gives me songs to exhale
Gotta speak on your word, less I fall on this sword
This connection it spills from the life giving gord
Such a blend is your love, that I'm not giving up
I'll testify, pacify, and never get stuck
Perhaps I'll forgoe every aspect of code
and all manner of language that you expose
but my beauty so brazen it seldom forgets
so why am I standing here pensive with wish
wish wash and hip hop and grid lock and kid talk
theres never an ending the string of my heart pops
and what in the world could be better than this?
just a person to wish, kiss and to share it with
from simpilest shit, to the spirits abyss
It's an infinite ember that's born from true grit
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