Verse 1
It's difficult to find the words for a particular beat, sometimes it doesn't come, sometimes it flows naturally My mind speaks for me, says the things that i think, my mouth only opens, when it's time to breath. You see for me, it isn't just to mutter a word or a sentence, every flaw acknowledged comes with some repentance.
This session expressing the aggressions of confessional congretion Their obsessional oppresion leads to the professional suppresion. No such natrual selection, brain split, moral ethic recollection disection, my eloquant reflection affection goes the direction of infection protection.
Enjection comes with no rejection of the section deep into the vain, flow through the bloodstream, deep into your brain, making apparent and clear, the pain of every single song you hear me explain.
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