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"Searching" produced by Bombay
I'm just searching. Who knows what I'll find and what's lurking in the shadows. Travel at light speed until I see the curtains fall down on my saga. A lifetime full of drama, and all the pain I've seen in my mama's eyes. She cried tears when they took my little brother off to jail, plus [she was] dealing with a marriage that failed. And then I think about him there in his cell and can't wait for him to come home, telling the tales derelicts tell. And I can care less whether this sells, weathering the storm upon my ship, taking better care of my sails. But if my shot clock stops just before I get to make it, just know that I was so close that I could almost taste it. Half of my life got wasted, resting heavily, until I looked deep into my soul and found a better me. Just sketches from my inner mind's portions, now realizing it's takes time for the portrait to be painted. I see the beauty, feeling tainted. It's a think line between arraignments and entertainment, and I've made arrangements, so if my heart stops ticking and my lungs quit breathing I guess we'll finally see that I was human, so my only request is that they play "Travelin' Man" at my funeral--the Mos Def version. Word, submerged in a state of physical exertion, and mental perversions that pervade my day and rain on my parade, leaving my brain dismayed. So, um...I guess the game is gray. Neither black nor white, like trying to feed your children slangin' the yae. And who am I judge? Although, who am I to budge from my position on what's wrong in the world that we're living in? Going insane so I exclaim sexual synonyms like "Fuck it", we all get "screwed", "take it up the behind" and then "get blown", just trying to ease the blues. This is street level news, y'all. Number two volume. Appealing to the voices inside that seem to call you. And all you do is look off into the distance, searching for a piece of yourself you thought was missing, but it's right there inside you. It's up to you to find you. I'm just trying to remind you.
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