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No Slippin

 

No Slippin

(album: All In The Circle - 2015)


I have seen many miracles and tried to explain them
I want to know why I'm here... why I'm here?

I have seen many miracles and tried to explain them
I want to know why I'm here... why I'm here?

Fall into the wishing well looking heaven kissing hell
Checking for the wounds from the knives and the eyes of the Jezebel
Sailing past the big cake you can see my ribcage
As a hunger grows the crows kick it where I sit mane
Follow down the dark road see how bright my heart grows
Learn from the school in the pool where the sharks flow
All you taste the big fish survival based on fitness
The writers of the Bible, Darwin paying witness
The Devil's on my shit list, try'na steal my wishes
Kill my inspiration but its money go for bitches
I be on my mission, holding no slipping
This is the link that's always been missing

Listen here get it clear, human in the mirror
Watch the sun rise as the stars all disappear
Even the blind boy can see that something's hidden here
Who can tell what it is, it probably couldn't fit in ears
But it's always there comfortable or feeling weird
Hidden in the pit of your stomach, somewhere near
Can you read the lines in your hand and count the years
Like a tree stump or a drunk with a hundred beers
Lined up on the wall, could you count them all?
Or make a fake psychic crack all the crystal balls
See it doesn't take a mason to break a wall
And to make it fall I build up off the call
To give it all until the point that the all is gone
Somehow a garden's grown up in this heart of stone
Find surviving wrapped all around my bones
Lungs are leaves I breathe in the breeze that is blowing
Flowers bloom out my veins till the pain is gone

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