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Savage Balance 2 by Donald

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Savage Balance 2

dark hardcore rap,both vocals

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Lyrics
Description
(verse)
I go to the parish
My soul is savage
Constantly be askin’, how can I gain my balance
I be reckless, while you all be restin’
I make impressions—impressive—I got pressed in
Got a demon in me
Can I kill it, if I can’t breastfeed?
Can my lessons be subjective?
Can I depress while bein’ oppressive?
Can I ask the press to address me?
Put me in a car and direct me
Am I movin’ on directions... or just a directive?
Can I be erect, without gettin’ digested?
Goddammit
I’m in your skin, don’t get the lights in
Can’t you see I’m vizin?
I don’t need no sightseeing
(hook)
Put me in a frame, but I won’t fit
Tried to make me sane, but I talk slick
Voices in my brain like a pulpit
Preachin' to the pain, but I still twitch
I don’t need no path, just a spark
I don’t follow maps in the dark
Tell me what’s a mark to a scar
When the soul done drifted too far?
(verse)
They told me balance is a myth
Just a tightrope over a pit
Where your traumas throw a fit
And your angels call it quits
I been diggin' through the scriptures with a switchblade
Tryna slice truth from the glitchwave
God texted me in bold, said “Look both ways”
But the crosswalk talkin' like a ghost rave
Every mirror show a past life
I blink slow, see the cracks like glass knives
What’s faith if I can’t sleep past night?
What’s peace if the price got a tag line?
Now I’m floatin’ off the doctrine
Vizin got me locked in
Don’t ask what I believe—I’m respondin’ with caution
I’m the question with no option
(hook)
Put me in a frame, but I won’t fit
Tried to make me sane, but I talk slick
Voices in my brain like a pulpit
Preachin' to the pain, but I still twitch
I don’t need no path, just a spark
I don’t follow maps in the dark
Tell me what’s a mark to a scar
When the soul done drifted too far?
(bridge)
I been hearin' sermons in static
I been callin’ home through the havoc
If I fade out—just know
I was tryna make the madness a classic
(outro)
“Am I moving on directions… or just directed?”
“Tell me, who drew the lines I’m crossing?”