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poetic mind - in the shadows lyrics

in the shadows, where the lights don’t shine
echoes of a life, and a dream on the line
grit and grind, i rise, redefine
in the heart of the storm, i’m alive, alive

i’m cold as ice, a polar knight, with solar might
a soldier’s fight, the bold ignite, the soul’s in flight
inverted hurt, i convert, to verses that burn
inside the pain, convert to gains, my name is earned, and burned in flame
life vivid, thrills in ink, my quill’s chill
villain still, with sk!ll, time’s vision instilled
crafted rhymes, passion’s grind, my bladе precise
stacked actions, еxact traction, my life’s a heist
mirrors show my depth, reflect the intellect
collected thoughts, my words connect and intersect
focus ferocious, pacing storms, fate’s embrace
erase norms, dawn’s grace, my form reshapes
in the shadows of the city, where the alleyways scream
i scheme and dream, crafting verses that mean
reflecting on the echoes of the past
i cast shadows that last, where legends lay in that

in the shadows, where the lights don’t shine
echoes of a life, and a dream on the line
grit and grind, i rise, redefine
in the heart of the storm, i’m alive, alive
in the shadows, where the lights don’t shine
echoes of a life, and a dream on the line
grit and grind, i rise, redefine
in the heart of the storm, i’m alive, alive
with metaphors deep, like roots in the earth
i birth new realities, with every verse
a poet and a prophet, my words prophesize
through the lens of the wise, where the mens future dies
a conjurer of dreams, where reality bends
i breathe life into words, making shadows my friend
each word is a spark in the dark of night
i’m alarmed but not harmed by the darkness in sight
reversed and cursed, rehe+rs+d in dirt, i spurt the hurt, the world observed
averse to thirst, immersed in verse, my words, a surge, the urge to purge
burst the first, the worst’s reversed, i lurch, the scourge, the nerves unnerved
a deadly swerve, the ready served, i merge with verbs, the steady nerve
i flip scripts like hieroglyphs, my mind’s abyss, a twisted twist
misfits and cryptic wits, i grip the mic, it’s tight as fist
from city blocks to gritty plots, i spit it hot, the plot is thick
sick of tricks, the fl!ck of wrist, i hit, the spot where monsters sit

- poetic mind lyrics

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