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manuscript - two hands lyrics

(verse 1)
i get on the mic and spit if an image is vivid i flip to syntax
i’m infinite i’m dylan in greenwich and george in tin pan
enchant the path paved gold from rags to riches
mr m+n+script establishing a road for traveling and and now i
know it’s calling me
i stitched a little dream together cultivated wealth without the need for following and now the
stars is all i see born beneath a lucky one
and yet i’m torn between the up and up and bungee jump
and if enough could ever be enough
that’s clip the wings of little pegasus and crush a young perseus in birth we trust
the spring burst forth and thrust beyond thе valley to inspire all inhabitants so faculties could transcеnd
and manifest so practice them little raps and beat box
or form another notion leap and swap that deep thought for effort
(that’s real good)
i’m driftwood spit up on the shore before ya’ll put me back together

(hook x2)
i paint a picture with a thousand words in outburst expression
then i left em an impression
this the translated text
the vital breath the appetite the mind the flesh
let your body stand still and soul move to the vibe of this

(verse 2)
i’m tucking an axe in the dirt to purge resentment
absurd to think that half my life been spent defending it so put an end to it
the consequences left me out of harmony and
stricken deep in poverty away far from arm’s reach
i depart and spit up all that bitter taste
innovate an outlook in mint condition came in just a little late
and here to stay even if i’m breathing in the delicate
i blur the line between the reason and the sentiment
i’m reaching for the emphasis on beacon of light
the source to freedom i’ve been shackled to my discipline
listen to those who author all that seeking advice
this the allegiance to vibrant oils spatter on his sculpture
form torment to optimistic portrait now it’s
this i’m livin no division in me
every partial particle united in a graceful state of symmetry
a symphony of electrical signals pulsing torso
divorce from all that’s stagnant in a fashion full of passion
drift apart from a forlorn soul and bounce back
if a life was captured in a snapshot this the soundtrack
found a knack to track down and document a life spent
in negatives and positives and rock my soul to all of it
so clutch the pen and proceed
whether it’s a little doodle sing along or novel maybe a book of poetry
devote to be true in form and elevate
you that force that grew newborn muse escort to the featherweight
(hook x4)

- manuscript lyrics

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