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It’s crazy but the rain still hits you when you’re inside
It’ll hit us all some day some say
Still water still holds the whole of the riptide
Drowning in the wishing for a sunray
Puddles in my sole, sock with a hole in stride
Taking steps but it feels like the wrong way one way,
Swearing one day it gets better
So I wait ‘cause you can’t escape ‘under the weather’
So I sit, time pass-es
Staring at nothing from my mattress
Know what I need, holding my keys
supposed to leave but I haven’t
Feeling like my muscles don’t work
Like hurt, no bruise, no fractures
No smiles just clouds
What the fuck is the point what happened
I remember being at the full time like if i was home I would be alright
Then I get home spaced out in a zone might as well have worked for the whole night
See myself all hurt, better no light
Fluorescents beating cold like there’s no life
Maybe i should reach out though grab my phone right
No, body yells out yo better hold tight
Aight. . . Mind wanders
Mapless escape, time honored
Hope I don’t pass bad traits to my son while I probably make the mistakes of my father
There goes that rain again,
Can’t see through the droplets and pain again
That blindness lead to getting played, hey everybody I’m in something vague again
Can’t see it to receive it
Aware of the problem and I feel it can’t leave it
Gotta shed the scene of what’s not needed
Secede or beat myself up when I just re-
peat it. . . Aiight chill
Clock ticking I’m still
Still sitting still getting older
Still can’t shake this to dial, find will
Cell feels held down with a boulder but you gotta push that rock up that divine hill
Hell feels like smoulder and colder
Ugh fuck this bullshit, I dial, defy ill
Tell Tah my plight
Asked me to move, said I’m a fight
He said sometimes you need the blood flowing
Left and the right get to walking, step toward the light
Little water never hurt, feel that chest grow
Move, let that breath flow next no rest though
That umbrella that I hold, need to let go
Wiggle that big toe, baby steps presto
Rain still hits you when you’re inside
Shit. . . it’ll hit us all some day
But if you never push through the noise of your walls and the fear kid
you’ll never get to hear what the sun say
Take it all in stride
It’s ok to feel sad here some days
Some days worse some better
All clouds pass as we wait for forever

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