 Blog PostsFriends         | Veryly by Gensanchi by Paul McBon RuthfordThere was no maybe ,,,,I was all in,,,, If was survival for the love,,,, I was lazy but it was a callin,,, A light inside like a glove,,,, For the quality it was donned,,,, Stolen away like a song ,,,, I wasn't all of you, but it was all of me,,,, That how the ballers be,,,, Nautical the guides through the winds,,,, Like a shark through the seas with a fin,,,, The particles they throughout ,,,, As the moon refracts off the eye of a scout,,,, Veryly ,,,, Like in a stride it was seeming like it was merrily,,,, Fallen as if i was barrelled,,,, Feeling as if i was lit ,,,, Even came from the Heavens right up after a pit,,,, Full tummy,,,, Still hungry,,,, Eventhough we are smart,,,, Evenflowed from the start ,,,, Crash in the end for a God space for his art,,,, From the whole ,,,, The Process of hate or the process to grow,,,, Either way its a sink ,,,, Either or it s a swim Polishing at a high speed to be left something that is great,,,, What hurts is still grand ,,,, The lands in our hearts are hollow,,,, Or the lands in our hearts we can't bare to stand,,,, It burns ,,,, The thoughts of the lonley,,,, Yet connected above it concerns,,,, A concert below the surface,,,, Or i can keep what burns so way below me ,,,, More than just the thoughts of ascension's the purpose (Written to " Things that you hate" -Dark hip hop instrumental (With hook)) |
