Dancing Puppets
Down to earth downing distractions from my search
Will I ever get to crown her on this earth
People hounding every dealer, pounding number rapid
Dial for destruction of their temple ground
I love how words come and go rust my penny reflection under fountain
When we gonna surface the light gonna be to bright for discussion
Many doubting whether you reach out since connections always cutting
Tired of wires, dancing puppets, can we close the curtains
Drink in hand, dusty fleas keep on flirting
Sink in deeper in my thoughts, the essence of clearing up dirt
We be wading through the mud waiting to blink away the crust
First one to issue rain is really hurting being stronger than the ones who front
Front line actions without a nice shirt to tuck
Busy pacing, I wonder who's life is gonna get messed up
Acting out of lust can get you kilted or her son
Daughter why you mourn if daddy wasn't the one you trust
Different language, slang used for fun
Some catch on, flip the words, see my sentences never done
I be trapped, same day looped up so I be panicking to run
Paranoia never equate to the sum
I be left with a few dollars if I'm gifted to breath out my lungs
Smoke encased in each branch, get political if you in a trance
Hung my feet to rest cause the strings pull the puppet to dance
How can I be upset if contracts gon pay in advance
Act 1 scene end, bow down to my stance
Will I ever get to crown her on this earth
People hounding every dealer, pounding number rapid
Dial for destruction of their temple ground
I love how words come and go rust my penny reflection under fountain
When we gonna surface the light gonna be to bright for discussion
Many doubting whether you reach out since connections always cutting
Tired of wires, dancing puppets, can we close the curtains
Drink in hand, dusty fleas keep on flirting
Sink in deeper in my thoughts, the essence of clearing up dirt
We be wading through the mud waiting to blink away the crust
First one to issue rain is really hurting being stronger than the ones who front
Front line actions without a nice shirt to tuck
Busy pacing, I wonder who's life is gonna get messed up
Acting out of lust can get you kilted or her son
Daughter why you mourn if daddy wasn't the one you trust
Different language, slang used for fun
Some catch on, flip the words, see my sentences never done
I be trapped, same day looped up so I be panicking to run
Paranoia never equate to the sum
I be left with a few dollars if I'm gifted to breath out my lungs
Smoke encased in each branch, get political if you in a trance
Hung my feet to rest cause the strings pull the puppet to dance
How can I be upset if contracts gon pay in advance
Act 1 scene end, bow down to my stance
Credits
Writer(s): Nelson Mendoza Jr.
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