(Regret (1), Love (1105), Music (193), And (103), Freedom) (4)

Lyrics By:Spitlogic
Music By: Kenta

There is stuff I wish to take back
I've made a mess of things
Blocking my chance to be blessed with wings
The mistakes that the restless bring
To regress to beings
More concerned with the fleshly things
Thats why I guess I sing
Thought I've never been good with notes
Im fairly good with quotes that I create and borrow
Trying to break the sorrow
That infiltrates the soul
I must break the mold
Rap music's in its ice age,
But I can take the cold
No time to fake the goal
I've got a life to live
And an example to lead
And a child to raise
In these twisted days
Thats why I spit in ways
In my attempt to try to lift and raise
With all due respect
We all have our own demons and must live with our very own regret

So many things I've left undone
So many songs I've left unsung
(its regret...regret)
So many battles left unwon
What will you do the day that Armageddon becomes

Your reality
I roll with a faculty
That got the back of me
Remaining tactfully aware of the Majesty's foul play
Keep my heads where the cloud lay
And my feet rooted. Speaking the truth in a loud way
I must spitlogic, so many spit lies
The devils crafty in pursuit trying to shift tides
We must get wise and let our inner gift rise
Lift eyes and unmask the phony's disguise
How did we get in this situation
Subject to the will of satan
With none left with the will to face him
Twisted truth and destroyed creation
It wont take a nation
Just a small group of holy masons to rebuild civilization
For the right there's a prize waiting
For the wrong its your lives wasting
In the wind like sand in the hand of a man when committing to sin
Is it that we are forgetting to win
Or live in fear to commit to the end?
Or maybe we don't care to protect our very own descendants who must live in a world that we filled up with hate, self-doubt, and regret

So many things I've left undone
So many songs I've left unsung
(its regret...regret)
So many battles left unwon
What will you do the day that Armageddon becomes

My mind slate
Not written by blind faith
Decline combined waste
Inclined to rhyme great
My mind takes its time to break the bind that makes mind de-evolve to the state of a primate
Its a fight against time and a war for souls
They want more control
Of the core you hold
This mission's for the bold not the weak at heart
to keep the spark that burns eternally
The streets the start
We can finish at infinity
Our enemy
Isn't as strong as they pretend to be
Once they catch wind of me
And all those thats kin to me and realize that they dont have the energy
to bring an end to me
Then we can rise like the sun in the east
And put an end to the lies by the tounge of the beast
And from these mental chains everyone is released
We can have fun in the streets, wont have to run from police.

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