I know you my friend/ I see the pain in your eyes
The truth can't lie/ Can't hide the inside
Forced to marry sadness/ Take it as your bride
I watched helplessly/ As two worlds collide
From the damage wrought/ As a man I cried
Frustrated as half of you/ Went to sea with the tide
Frustrated at what I can't do/ Both hands tied
Cause when you know the answer/ You can't ask why
The pain remains the same/ As the whole game changed
It coats reality/ and burns like flames
See it through a cat scan/ A hurricane in your brain
Lightening exciting/ your tear ducts to rain
Look on your face/ like a lion got tamed
But then I look deeper/ and I know you're not the same
Cause when you carry a heavy load/ You get a stronger frame
And to lie down like a dog/ would be a fuckin wasteful shame
You took the loss like boss/ Cause life don't stop
Still ready to spit it/ when the beat drops
Leave it all in thirty seconds/ when you see the cops
When a stone is rolling/ It gathers no moss
Call it joss or karma/ maybe cause and effect
Feel your spirit strengthened/ Feel the divine connect
And know his lessons manifest/ Underneath every breath
No one lives forever/ Some point we gotta leave
Can't suppress it either/ Some point we gotta breathe
Attachment is natural/ Take your time and grieve
Cause if you want the blood to clot/ Gotta let it bleed
His power was always yours/ Trust we all believe
He showed us by example/ and we floss it on our sleeve
So it's on you now/ play the cut or take the lead
Cause for life is for life/ 360 degrees.
These words are but notes filtered through a young instrument.
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