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Airborne Self.
- [This song was forged when I was surfing the clouds](wrote this on the plane to Houston)
- [My eyes record unfortunate fake smiles aroused](during my day, I saw fake smiles from workers and even families)
- [During the miles riding above water layers I found](water layers is both lakes, ponds, rivers and clouds, since it’s just evaporated water)
- Windows don’t sound, they see what’s all around
- The visions and precisions of screens and human pounds
- [They see us rise while they reside on the ground](these windows we see through see through us, they see us travel and do many things)
- [I feel my mind tryna dial sympathy but I’m to proud](I want to feel sympathetic for them but as a human being, I’m too proud to show care for a window)
- To be with the flesh in symphonies in the clouds
- Oh [prisoner](me, industry plants, windows), captured, led without scripture
- Money and peace, wars and literature
- Fillers and killers, poets and moets
- Don’t seek freedom and then throw it
- I remember it was cloudy and the ones below looked up
- And saw me, my eyes felt struck with me being corrupt
- But, was it me who decided I would be up?
- Or was it my destiny and fate that set this all up?
- I see their strafes, wrestling with my fame and stuff
- They say the game is all fluff and they bury the crunch
- I waved at one before I took off to a different place
- He gave me a frayed face in which scared me straight
- My own ways since I was young and just paved
- Realize they get minced and never cease a look
- But when they board, they stare at me like a book
- Oh prisoner, captured, led without scripture
- Money and peace, wars and literature
- Fillers and killers, poets and moets
- Don’t seek freedom and then throw it
- I hit the ground once again and felt inferior
- We’re both castles of sand but I’m made superior
- I took a breath and pondered on those words
- Were the same element, the minerals and curves
- Society painted us high cuz we flew, it’s a sickness
- They been dragged to the floor and we didn’t see our wickedness
- That’s cultural viciousness, unscripted, hypocrites
- Unfinished and diminished, not replenished but bit
- Mhm mmmm mhmmm
- The palace of bones and skin coded in their anatomy
- Crawls to my seat where I lay closed before they catch me
- But it was a little kid, who then bawled and weeped
- When I jammed the cover of me so he couldn’t open thee
- He cried and tried, the stewardess yanked and seethed
- But they couldn’t get me open, I’m tired of my greed
- I’m tired of me being everything in front of what they see
- They wired me to be open, bragging and free
- But I knew it’s uninspired when they’re dragging by their feet
- So I broke myself, took away my pride
- My mind, suicide
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