Leady Rhymes Biography

Looking up at the ceiling, 

I cant believe the the way I’m feeling, 

Wanting to cry, its hard, I’m grieving, 

Pillow on my face, to shush my breathing.
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It should flow with a rhythm, 

and demonstrate a wisdom.

It should follow a system, 

the beat should be fearsome. 
 

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I choose not to speak the words that are true to my heart,
But tell you white lies in fear that the truth would see us part.
I am a loyal man and in your grasp you hold my soul,
I pray every night we'll be together until we surpass being old.
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The second glance, of your face, 

was way more, than I could take, 

my hands and knees, began to shake, 

the floor below, began to quake.

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I’ll be your arms, 

when you are weak, 

I’ll work my charms, 

when you feel bleak, 
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