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The Broom

from Bloodline by Sean Shakespeare

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lyrics

Im faded,

misplaced in what my mind is facing.

evading being jaded with a leg tied behind my back.

On a tight rope with a unicycle,

I spit typhoons with a light glow - just to find my path.


I'm saying

a shadows two dimensional when vacant.

Step out of the dark,

giving it body doesnt make sense.

I'm the type that likes to bring a light when I write.

Creative heights tethered to a vice I type through the night.

I’m the mammoth in a pack of rampant elephants.

Construed with effortless eloquence,

no self proclaimed precedence.

I write the future in the present tense,

share it with my fellowship,

Uncut pure pure form,

void of the embellishment.

Attacking on a mental tip,

and i dont settle kid.

My addiction frequently is freaking beats

tweaking frequencies.

My circles free of weak emcees,

we speak at ease with the beat.

Sweeping non believers under rugs for defeat.



Never wonder when the wind will change again.

It’s not always the direction your running in.

No ones lifes ahead of them, allowed enough time.

Be clouded with doubt and you'll find

hell is live.

x3



I rip it like a prodigee.

Weave words into philosophy.

Every songs an odyssey,

the party’s promising.

Born a rhyming oddity,

I ride the beat abolishing

the tarnished part of heart i see.

The rhythm is a part of me.

My team’s an entity with plenty beats on which we speak.

Styles a reoccurring theme,

recording dope for music fiends.

Importing potent spoken flows for in your car or at our shows.

Boasting not a notion that we need to hold the thrown.


I noticed that the folks that have to say theyre holding gold

are usually the ones that really dont.

So,

My nose is to the grind stone.

No noise shapes my focus.

Turned ghost in society un noticed,

motives frozen.

Track shoes and tunnel vision,

Disregard the distance.

Snack food and television,

learn to see the difference.


Trace the mind fate designed.

Fake the pride > face the fire.

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from Bloodline, track released February 22, 2018

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