[FREE] IMPROVISAR & FREE STYLE BEAT "4 Minutos Para Desahogarse" USO LIBRE FREE - Prod. PROLYRIC

[@AndrewBouland-g5p]

I am now Lost to the intoxicating dark mist,
My hands hurt so
I release My clenched fists knowing this shit in the end always gonna have some type of twist,
Aww Finally fill the blood moving past my wrist,
When I heard immediately I dismissed what I hear in the wind which sounded like a hiss,
Wind blowing at such a rate that it felt like a little cold kiss,
It makes me reminisce of all I've lost to life's great abyss,
And that list of what I miss
ain't going to do nothing but get me pissed,
So I focus my self on something a little more less,
Somthing that causes a little less stress,
You know something a little less suppressed,
Sometimes I just gotta keep it s bit more mundane,
Let's think about this mist of the rain,
instantly my mind changed to what's up with all these blood stains,
Thinking it must be Ones last memories is most likely what it contains,
Maybe guilt maybe anger or even shame,
Maybe when they were of flesh they may have been over come by the darknesses ability to use fame,
It runs you straight ragged
leaving you feeling tired and drained,
Makes me wander what's going to be my last memories,
Just hope it won't be in the penatentionary,
What will I die from maybe being unhealthy
maybe something hereditary,
Will it be just me all alone in solidarity,
Or does my last memories
Someone get to share it with me,
Who knows,
Look,
Dark ententies try to confuse with a big show,
Just don't let them in
though,
If you let that shit in it'll just grow,
Just keep on keeping on,
It'll know it can't have you cause you ain't the one
oh no,
If you want to get were your going you must row,
Still watch your step take it slow,
Just be a good person
friend or even bro,
Even if this life has only treated you a so so,
And you can fill baggage from your head to your toes,
And you feel that most this life kind of blows,
Still act grown-up you know like a pro,
Cause this moment too will pass,
Nothing seems to last,
Judging by the past,
Makes me sad knowing how many moments I trashed,
No sense in being worried
Cause that shit you can't bring back,