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s1ate3303 - kodawari lyrics

i’m a slate from a different quarry
an allegory, of how i make it auditory
righting my wrongs in vocabulary
let me write my right on a clearer story

like a book made of foggy glass
get my life like en masse
and i’m not french so i think i’ll get a pass
learning atomic mass, the alkaline gas, bourgeoisie and the lower upper class

its uselessness with purpose
i like lookin at religion without churches
i’m still doing my researches
it hurts, the truth emerges

hope i make a good residence, like i’m the president
hope i’m not too selfish man, open my pensiveness
hope i am contentedness, and that i’m not directionless
hope i orient consent repent to prevent demented lamented+ness

its a blessed event a perfect segment
of freedom without rent
money without bills to be spent
a segment of time to ferment
its well+meant but its a dividing event
out of school recrudescent
i’m getting graded poorly
i palisade insecurely
no bal+strades as i’m maturing
cause i jaded prematurely

i should be looking ahead but i cannot prevent
a painful urge to turn my head, as i said
my life begins at the start of my death (death death death)
a journey i never want to commend

its the way i was made i can feel in my blood
got me crippled from love, i’m soft i’m not tough
sure enough
i’m scuffed not buff
chuffed not rough
off+the+cuff, call+my+bluff
(i fold)

better bet i set her
thunder claps, and the weather gets her wetter
so i set a sweater on her with my rhetor
raining with my letters, raining ink on this pen and paper
go getter, running to doors with her endeavor

and i know i’m not immortal merely making myself matriarchal
for me that’s not a startle, conversation nonverbal
speeding the aortal printing pretty pictures through your portal
king of the arctic circle, paint you in royal purple
eat you like an entree have it your way a fillet
a relay a display of you makes me replay (replay replay)
i could even pass away, passing you passively peacefully a slip away

targeting heartfully its a metaphor dichotomy
we are lucky, a time against the prophesy more honesty
frightening a tearing up startling cacophony
synchronize in harmony then transfer me to tartary

lock me up, lock me down, put me in my anchored sp+ce
just think about it, don’t want to go to a higher place
shaper than a slab, 8 ways, anatase
i’m merciful, coup de grace (wrong) backsp+ce

- s1ate3303 lyrics

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