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• Artiste: Navy Blue
• Titre: My Heartbeat
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Uh, I know exactly what this one is like It's tight, inexplicable, uh This is like them photos This is like the photo where the figure hardly notice, the solo So frozen time the Southern poles glow, nowhere Memory done shook 'em like a snow globe Corpse, we shut a door closed 4 feet, a few souls, a couple under tombstones Death is not a mystery to skip, repeat, or choose slow, you know Necklace made of bones but worn by brute hoes Deathly shadow scorn to cast a new robe, the clue shown Cruisin' through this life rebuke my few hopes in due time Questions marks would often end in new lines, true crime Poppa made a nickel blemish two times, two dimes, two times two Held his grasp and caught a look and claim that you mine Told me mind your business, n In a finer print his image tryna find your image Redefine this grimace, we collide in vicious light Ain't no telling if this is right The pen will weigh a ton, spirits playin' with my sister life, I raise a sword I am not defined by who I'm living for The crux is where the embers glow and spark the mysticism's source Sorting through this existential war Scorper cut the deepest lines up in the board Chisel getting worn Sharpness of the tool will get this riddle born Visions of riddance had to grip the horn I'm holding on It's a choice, you gotta choose, troubles in this empty world I travel through the catacombs The universal boulevard, meteors and massive shards of glass My body half as large The mask of doom with battle scars and on my arms It was always in the cards Dealing with this trauma, I would self harm Calling out for Mama, there I met God Nothing really mine, everything is ours Nothing is infinity, every single star Shatters at a point, creation of it all The meaning of my joints, the mystery of loss The world gon' turn, as ciggies get tossed In the wind, with everything I put out, I keep a little in At every single cookout, the smilin' of your kin At every single lookout, the sky is the largest With everything I took out, I pray I don't harden Get ready for the harvest Caught between the bullet and the target It's Navy Blue the marksman Can't call it