Flying Whales
By Adam Cruz
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Some new shit finally, enjoy!
In a struggle with life
I often find the finer things in the stuff that I write
In my struggle with life
I hope I find the finer scene with the stuff that I write
A million square feet, I pass when I must roam
Barefoot doing laps to the drum roll
Not so fast, see the ash when the sun blow
I’m all alone in the land of the unknown
See the land that we took, where I stand, keep it shook
But not another man can question
Warrant these thoughts with infection
The true reality brings a cause for agression
Grit my teeth, leave impressions
The words that I can speak make you move like direction
Protect them, from those who try to test them
All day, every day the inner wars spreading
I believe in progession
A man of my belief fight for peace with a weapon
So far I’m complete with the medicine
The remedy for sleep, apply heat when you’re better then
In a struggle with life
I often find the finer things in the stuff that I write
In my struggle with life
I hope I find the finer scene with the stuff that I write