Forty Something : Rhythm Is Dying

Walked through ghettos and slums
Talked to killers with guns
Rotated through shadows
Brought forth horizons
Bring more stories to blind them
And surprise them
Laughs stacked, kill them with kindness
We control the spice
We control the lines
Through infinity, sparks colliding
Beyond the minds limits
We mime dead silence with kind eyes in violence
We dredge through streets
We pay them not to weep
Can’t stand the sirens
Stand up for your visions unwinding
Indecent men gain on your retreat
Step with promise, say it again, repeat
Passed aggression into timing
Look forward to the beat
Rhythm is dying

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