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An Open Letter to Helen pt. I (prod. Classixs)

from Nocturne by Airospace

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[Verse 1]

i've been stuck inside my mind
figuring that the labyrinth another form of grind
never thought i make it past the
condescending in banter
ascending sentence to transfer
levitate for the answer
god aint really real just a figment of my thought
dishonest truth to dampen out the sadness when i walk
just as static as the magnet thats attracting as i talk
esoteric to a fault i'm just expelling all my thoughts
i'm defending as the ark
nail depression to the wall
take a piece and be apart
my last supper
last fucker
my glass mother
shattered i'm clashing to depart
see the muscles and the cellular
the blood is running soft
light headed
still dreaded
jamaican to my pops feel?
rearrange my countenance
as a tear should never fall
slim picking on an ounce of piff
the spliff is season all - still
trading in the nourishment
for services to spark - kill



[Verse 2]

see i ain't watch my mother die
but the vegetated state of a degenerated
situation non communication
theresa told the hospital that she ain't have a son
the hysterectomy
in exchange my father gave her one
and i ain't trying to live within a slump sitting in a stump
feeling chump with chump change
the ever breathing lung
outlaw --
star system
galactic to a mars christened
Rei
transform
is all worn incisions
laceration, validation, pass the casket
vacant
hole in the wall
DC
my momma karma's made it
all the while the ivy's got a hold wrapped behind my back
bitch
lied about a carriage missed the baby's at her chest
plea bargain
fuck nigga to fuck my nigga next
took me to the funeral usual bitches ain't shit
but us niggas been the cause
dragging out her feelings since the love is just a farce
but the player never paused
sauter up my vessels
i got armor to distress you --
if i die before the war is over
slow up on the park
hop out
gun toting i'm stroking for the fall
put a bullet in my fathers head i swear i'll never call

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from Nocturne, released July 25, 2017

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