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The Grind
14 years ago
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The Grind
He made mad turn, writing scripts and analyzing fine goals
That can bring the rest of the world down and to there knees
Like a poet, you speak nothing but the truth. Lost and indefinably in time
Clutching on a reason, yet still misunderstood
When we lay, its different but the same
Heat in the grass, cutting my arms, so sharp
And feet, undone to the untrained eye, nail polish chipped
We wait: for things to happen, simply put
Taking rides that wont end
Regretfully, times changes our thoughts breaking
The grind ripping rope and our screams that
Break lines, punishing our hope
He made mad turn, writing scripts and analyzing fine goals
That can bring the rest of the world down and to there knees
Like a poet, you speak nothing but the truth. Lost and indefinably in time
Clutching on a reason, yet still misunderstood
When we lay, its different but the same
Heat in the grass, cutting my arms, so sharp
And feet, undone to the untrained eye, nail polish chipped
We wait: for things to happen, simply put
Taking rides that wont end
Regretfully, times changes our thoughts breaking
The grind ripping rope and our screams that
Break lines, punishing our hope
