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Rorronoa

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@Prod.rorronoa 7 ай бұрын

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@TheHipHopCat 2 ай бұрын

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@QTCLIPS21 Ай бұрын

: Verse 1 The world spins in cycles, but who turns the wheel? Are we just shadows of ideas, or bodies trapped in the reel? Each step I take seems already written before me, But who holds the pen when the story’s both truth and decree? To exist is to drift between the real and the imagined, A line so thin it’s barely felt, yet deeply forged. Is there logic in chaos, or just fear of the void? Are we formed by light, or by the darkness we avoid? What I see reflects something greater than me, But what is greater when the “self” is so fleeting, you see? Questions dance in silence, timeless and true, And the answers are but echoes in the winds that I blew. Chorus Breathe deep, the world is just illusion, Fragments of stars lost in cosmic confusion. Seek the nothing to find the everything you’ll meet, We’re cosmic dust trying to find our heartbeat. Verse 2 If the universe is infinite, where do I fit in this map? Am I just a dot, or the journey itself, the gap? Theories collide in the abyss of my being, And reason dissolves where desire is seeing. What is a life but a series of questions unanswered? Chasing meaning in mirrors where the light’s distorted. Some bleed for power, others bleed for art, While I weave my essence from the frays of my heart. Gratitude is a lantern, glowing in the dark, Guiding my steps where silence leaves its mark. I’m a poet of shadows, a child of the void, Etching my name in a world that’s paranoid. Chorus Breathe deep, the world is just illusion, Fragments of stars lost in cosmic confusion. Seek the nothing to find the everything you’ll meet, We’re cosmic dust trying to find our heartbeat. Bridge Feel the rhythm like the pulse of the earth, Life, death, and rebirth, cycles since birth. What’s lost will be found, what’s broken will mend, Every ending is just where we begin. Outro So let the drums guide, let the bass line heal, Let the chords remind us of what’s truly real. Through chaos and calm, we carry the tune, Dancing with the stars beneath the crescent moon.

@masonbeck7722 5 ай бұрын

_Took some time away tryna find myself Lost my mind I was getting high as hell Kinda ironic, dropped my cliental Spent a lot of time alone, still by myself Follow your dreams, what do it mean? When it seems people acting real ugly behind the scenes I see a different person on the screens

@palekito1280 5 күн бұрын

Experience a tear drop of what i'm feeling Enough to shed your skin, an extrovertional peeling A feeling, to burn bright, though the flames at night, It bites It stings yet it clings to its life, it rings True, like no words before, An idea so pure it seems to be a cure A sword in hand, subtle qualities unmasked A duller a blade the more complex a past (Cause) It's the end of innocence, Indispensable (With) Words so plentiful I could give you a pencil full Herald as a great mind of his generation Though he spilled his seed and gave into temptation He pressed onward, when undeterred by fear In the peak of clairvoyance it all become clear His mind turn rowdy, indistinctly cloudy His voice of reason started screaming and shouting His eyes no longer chained to the image of women He soared high in the sky, to escape his prison The legend faded from history and the story left untold Of a ordinary man left unmold by the mold Cause he harness the harness, the incarnate of garment Back against the wall, His own number one target With the cloth beneath him, And the way they beseeched him His mind left Juxtaposed by the way they breached him A Nameless entity, is the enemy within me, The seed of our sin, The prideful identity A law of entropy, embedded into our chemistry A sickness of the soul with no remedy, it's just a memory I Intend to be, A sword of the good man, true weaponry I focus forward, to blast on towards my destiny When the best of me has yet to manifest the rest in me When the best of me, Is fighting off all that is a to test to me Collectively, Im fighting the fear that directed me Depressingly, A mentality that molested me The best of me, Holding my own, I am presently Awoken from my slumber, considered, that was the death of me We find Idols in god, When ideas are too flawed Permafrost melts when seeing through the facade Ego isn't the self but the pain observer Killed his own image, so not to commit self murder But it's times like these when we all seek some vengeance Victims of own choosing, wardens of our own prisons It's the sentence that we serve, In the cortexian nerve That burns shadows on our backs, corruption with no return Aristotle, plato, socrates, flowing philosophically Ironically, Living out a self fulfilling hypocrisy Aristocracy, currency of the times Currently the courtesy of my critical rhymes The Death of a ego leaves a smell so pungent It's a fair assumption, it takes more than just gumption To the conquer your fears and the devils of judgment You could spend a 100 lives Just to find your function