Strike
Something strikes me when I know I have been right
Something strikes me any time of night
Something strikes me in the times I have been wrong
Something strikes me when I write these songs
It's always a game
I often wonder who's to blame
Who's to blame
The divine I connect to lined up there's signal
Never find what I should do outside but inside something moves
In delight I bleed light
At tree heights see me a G O D every time
Cascading through me I let loose
When I display my truth my love soothes
A barking spirit, my heart is raw, as the angels hark and clear it
So I can soar, above the physics, of this floor
Never thought I'd hear it
My next shore, to be pure, there's freedom, in what is given
I need lands lore, not west law
Buck the system for damn sure I live it
The present moment expressive only
I'm destined homie no question lonely
Writing wrecking sections show me
What needs to be done lights working homie
Caressing flows be detecting low frequencies that detest a bro see
What I be is exceptional when I be on the M I C you see the glow
Speak and ascend delete n cut
Mess out my life to increase for what's next
There ain't a fight I can't beat so I step then leap with no stress
As I breathe from my chest I'm freeing myself now
From the constructs of a human bleeding
I strike lethal, repping the south
Something strikes me any time of night
Something strikes me in the times I have been wrong
Something strikes me when I write these songs
It's always a game
I often wonder who's to blame
Who's to blame
The divine I connect to lined up there's signal
Never find what I should do outside but inside something moves
In delight I bleed light
At tree heights see me a G O D every time
Cascading through me I let loose
When I display my truth my love soothes
A barking spirit, my heart is raw, as the angels hark and clear it
So I can soar, above the physics, of this floor
Never thought I'd hear it
My next shore, to be pure, there's freedom, in what is given
I need lands lore, not west law
Buck the system for damn sure I live it
The present moment expressive only
I'm destined homie no question lonely
Writing wrecking sections show me
What needs to be done lights working homie
Caressing flows be detecting low frequencies that detest a bro see
What I be is exceptional when I be on the M I C you see the glow
Speak and ascend delete n cut
Mess out my life to increase for what's next
There ain't a fight I can't beat so I step then leap with no stress
As I breathe from my chest I'm freeing myself now
From the constructs of a human bleeding
I strike lethal, repping the south
Credits
Writer(s): Mathew Weaven
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