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I lost my mind last night
I left it at the lake actually
Knew you'd prefer what's right
Why not a beautiful tragedy?
& stab silence with a knife
Maybe the spear of destiny
Into a sea of glass
A glass of oceans, luckily
Dropping acid under my tongue
No regrets
I did it with who I think's the one, & that's inshallah
Selassie I's third eye
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
With a constant conscious that it's conscience wasn't there
I left it at the lake actually
Knew you'd prefer what's right
Why not a beautiful tragedy?
& stab silence with a knife
Maybe the spear of destiny
Into a sea of glass
A glass of oceans, luckily
Dropping acid under my tongue
No regrets
I did it with who I think's the one, & that's inshallah
Selassie I's third eye
I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky
With a constant conscious that it's conscience wasn't there
But who are we to care
When the world is living in fear?
Shattered project windows I gaze through at times, it's funny
How money and fame alters the mind, It's druggy
The more I learn, the more I see what lies before me
& I question myself..
Why do we seek truth, yet walk away from it?
& why I only see the sky, but I can't touch it? It's like..
I'm searching for today's mathematics in a bottle of my tomorrows
Pockets laced with sorrow
Tryna borrow past realities to tie together
I could've bought us time but refused to squander
When the world is living in fear?
Shattered project windows I gaze through at times, it's funny
How money and fame alters the mind, It's druggy
The more I learn, the more I see what lies before me
& I question myself..
Why do we seek truth, yet walk away from it?
& why I only see the sky, but I can't touch it? It's like..
I'm searching for today's mathematics in a bottle of my tomorrows
Pockets laced with sorrow
Tryna borrow past realities to tie together
I could've bought us time but refused to squander
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