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of the water's surface broken by this boatman's oars
Cast my words along the south wind
Carry them to where they'll lie
Would it make a difference if you hear me

you something
Let me tell you what happens if you don't shop with your own people
Let me tell you

This that manure you been looking and maneuvering for

swim fast to the shore
How we get to the beach you ain't pass me the oars, no

Spit the facts all in morse code
Tried to stab me in the back not

to things like that
You and me, we're most alike

You should know
I've no ill will towards you
Know things for you
Have not always been kind
You and I have

quivered as I cursed the ground below
On that endless sea there ain't no room for me
There's plenty room for you
So chase that setting sun
The deeds ain't

keep paddling if you stay safe near me 

Skip a rock 
Watch those ducks swim by in a flock 
Jump right in
The sun is  hot lets take a swim 
There's no

leaders, forced to forge my own path
Cast off by father and cherubs with a stone heart
Who thought of me as damaged goods
Rest assured, I've patterned up

it with ease
Then an oar came down
Struck the water
Bad luck struck us down
Bruised, removed you
Brought you to shore
Before they came for you

Circling above the sea
Overhead -  where the white clouds pass me by
Where all my brothers and my sisters fly
Waiting for the distant storm
that must come

to the shore shore shore
And paddled away to the shore

Well me men must be crazy me men must be mad
Me men must deep in despair-o
For to let you away from my

in the sea foam?
Now I feel like ET - why did I leave home
Can anybody show me to the phone?
Lookin' for my team - anyone seen? Nope
Hope they didn't

I'm not 
I'm back in this bitch 
I'm hotter than hot 
I'm prepared for the top
Get prepared for the drop  
I'm prepared for that Guap 
Just chillin in

I'm dreading
But not for what may just be lying ahead
What if I reach the end and it's just a dead end
And I never get my own chance to ascend or avenge

toes
When I get closer to the shore
It makes me take for granted
What we have  
So I'll stay in deeper water
I'm at my best
So I'll stay in deeper water

Anchored with doubt
So I cross my legs
And yawn the nerves out
By the wind's dipping oar
Leveled with the floor

Strong be my veins
But my heart is sore

on flows and them bows moving
Inner me frozen
Underdog, unchosen
Bulldog, Bulldozing
Moving bows, no archer team
We do not fight with sticks and stones

the fricking entire
Stadium chanting "saadi don't retire!"
They call me a liar but i just spit facts
This real music, I'm not playing the sax
There's always

stories of old
And so rich within might mistake me for prophet
I guess it makes sense that I'm here to astonish
My playground, whether you like it or not

Lashed to the mast, splashed by the spray of the waves as they crash on the bow 
Searching the skyline, his heart in his throat as the wind chills

a plain of non-material existence.
Although not physical by nature, the result is tangible and the impression is visceral.
Frequency… Vibration… Odyssey.

heard 
Nothing meant when life ends is my word on the matter of love. 

I'd row me to sleep, but I've lost an oar 
The sea doesn't carry me anymore 

All

on on my lessons I search more thats my life learnt

that’s a slither into my world
Im still trying patch it up with my folks and with my girl
eye for eye

built not bought. None of this shit was given to me.
Somehow I never miss a beat, wish I was writing history.

Let me switch it up, stir it up, stack it

a whole movie Teflon Don with a oozie
I take that back m16 you bet not screw me
See we all make mistakes but we walk by faith
We need an angel in North