Surviving the times.

Cross referencing past events
Bullshit & pretence
Whether ladies or gentlemen
They still feel the omen
Whenever the trapdoor opens
When it closes, their heart sinks to their stomachs
Surviving the times and the rhymes
Surviving the grind, sweat running down spines
Alcohol smelling like turpentine
As the oceans turn turquoise
Bullets fly outta point-blank minds
The blind leads the blind to another grapevine
That entangles everything, leaving them behind
With confusion and a glass of vaporized water
Sublimed to about two-quarters
Now they can’t even afford to get it done

♣clickpolitics wrote this while listening to the ‘Surviving The Times’ instrumental, originally performed by Nas.

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