The Point of no Return
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walk through the hastle and the struggles
walk through the hastle and the struggles
watch the one sun set while you battle the humbles
diggin holes with deeper tunnels
fallin through it like a well with water that rumbles
Internally bleeding locked in a chain strapped and literally bundled..
your at the point of no time to look back..
at the point where ur cluttered and motions are physically trapped
like wonders..weaknesses built in the past
don't look back be ready to fall through one open crack and watch the pain begin to contract..
with my feet tied together and my hands cuffed and strapped
watch my words spit, and have your soul cut in half
dress warm because my worlds to cold so just try'an adapt
no time to relax get the feelin of bein in that.
watch my hands slip right through my pockets
with no one to hold and my words blastin like rockets
I gotta say my chest is empty for keys and lockets
so be ready or you might as well feel free and just drop it
no time to be modest..just get the world to see
who cares about bein honest because nobody will ever believe
just retrieve..retrieve these words act as if they were never seen
hide'em in a book of lines the hit horizontally
I hold life to a threat in order to survive
I leave time to depth to purify you never know when the sky comes fallin as soons as you begin to rise
so think about it remember you bein advised
is their such'a thing as a hole in the center
well a heart beat doesn't role forever it fits all together like puzzle pieces or maze to enter
life is confusing..lets you go so easily like a wing letting go of a feather
As the sun takes a stand and rises above this earth,
my hands lift up, set together leavin my eyes to burn,
down on my knees hopin for hope in return
with desperate dreams hopin to reach at it first
watch my hands slip right through my pockets
with no one to hold and my words blastin like rockets
I gotta say my chest is empty for keys and lockets
so be ready or you might as well feel free and just drop it
no time to be modest..just get the world to see
who cares about bein honest because nobody will ever believe
just retrieve..retrieve these words act as if they were never seen
hide'em in a book of lines the hit horizontally
it's like broken arms trying to reach out from the dirt
it's like holding on to time rounding up to hurt
in wounds..and scars drowning in the air that purs
in the strands of hair that fall from a crown of words
falling down..falling at the edge of the world
rolling off rocky mountains as pages flip in a journal
emotions get deep, this is the words speaking on behalf of the internals
no lookin back..at the point of no return..a cluttered brain being hacked
down distance apart holding onto all of what's left in pride
with nothing left in a world so wide
anger strengthens in the depth of time as these precious eyes begin to cry
turn away with only a sigh..
Written By Esra Chebli
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