TwoDaySound - Wild Winter

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Anam Hermit & Matt James - Wanted International (Prod. The Italian Job)

Dancing Queen

"No matter what, no matter where, no matter when imma still go in" - Jacob Julius

No Matter What - (Prod. Jacob Julius)

Poème de TS Eliot ( Les hommes creux ) The hollow Men 1925
Lecture des paragraphes IV à V 

IV

Les yeux ne sont pas ici
Il n’y a pas d’yeux ici
Dans cette vallée d’étoiles mourantes
Dans cette vallée creuse
Cette mâchoire brisée de nos royaumes perdus

En cet ultime lieu de rencontre
Nous tâtonnons ensemble
Evitant de parler
Rassemblés là sur cette plage du fleuve enflé

Sans regard, à moins que
Les yeux ne reparaissent
Telle l’étoile perpétuelle
La rose aux maints pétales
Du royaume crépusculaire de la mort
Le seul espoir
D’hommes vides.

V

Tournons autour du fi-guier
De Barbarie, de Barbarie
Tournons autour du fi-guier
Avant qu’le jour se soit levé.

Entre l’idée
Et la réalité
Entre le mouvement
Et l’acte
Tombe l’Ombre

Car Tien est le Royaume

Entre la conception
Et la création
Entre l’émotion
Et la réponse
Tombe l’Ombre

La vie est très longue

Entre le désir
Et le spasme
Entre la puissance
Et l’existence
Entre l’essence
Et la descente
Tombe l’Ombre

Car Tien est le Royaume

Car Tien est
La vie est
Car Tien est

C’est ainsi que finit le monde
C’est ainsi que finit le monde
C’est ainsi que finit le monde
Pas sur un Boum, sur un murmure.

Les hommes creux II ( TS Eliot )

Les Hommes Creux II ( TS Eliot )

Will - KEON X (prod. by Gauteng)

THRU THE DEATH OF ONE!  The things you learn in life.. Thru death..

VERSE1
Cant you see it though; You left me with a bleeding soul;
My dark, hearts, been ripped apart by your cuticles;

I thought your hands were nice, I thought they held me down;
I felt the stress leave my chest, when you came around;

Now only angers left; Ill have a stranger bless
Your face wit a blade, Dave like to BANG the best;

Make up gone, when its dawn; You remind me of your mom;
Ugly, miserable, in denial like theres nothing wrong;

Now that I’m rich as hell; Now you wanna kiss and tell;
Thru the ring down the whole, now you wanna wish him well?

You just love the kitchen smell; I’m just cooking Fish and Scale;
Greedy wit the birds, never give a bird your pigeon sales;

Mannnnn, WTF Do I Look like???
They say caren is sharen but what caren takes, took flight;

I dont support that caren shit, caren better get a job;
Cus chivalry is dead, and it was killed by bad moms;

What the hell, if you don’t your self, I can’t love you much;
I can’t teach you self esteem, I don’t have a mother’s touch;

Thats your mamis job; But since your papis gone;
Random men play the role, your crib was Comic-Con;

VERSE2

Enough of how i miss you, now its time to switch the game;
Airing out my issues like Denzel but I can’t fix the plane;

I sniffed coke to freeze my brain; Yea, I grief Insane;
And everytime that I sneeze I release the pain;

Pain grew mad at me; Agony was sad to see;
Fear get scared, and hate not wanna battle me;

Snitches wanna tattle me; Snakes wanna rattle me; 
Still good, walk up in your hood, crack and the gat on me;

I just got the green light; To use the red light;
Meet you at the red light; Show you what the dead like;

The dead like souls, like men like hoes;
Ill insert your grill, where the headlights glow;

You killin me, will be the day;
Watch your back, wit the rats, thats what X would say;

But still I pray; Faith is a must have;
Write so much wit the ink, that my hand smells like a dust bag;

VERSE3
Suicide is fast, I too think of this;
Keeping faith on the low, like a confused atheist;

So I chilled and put the pot down; Took the grams out town;
Went upstate and flipped the weight; Like a twister when its got cows;

Yea thats right, I dip in white, kinda like a dunk a roo;
And I’ll never stop my dude, my goals to shoot a cop or two;

Compared to what I used to be; Hood wasn’t used to me;
Then I ran thru packs wit the speed of a boosters feet;

And any ex disin me, Wishin she was kissing me;
Smokers who went crispy clean, really still missing weed;

I knew they’d say; Im sorry Dave;
But even trust defeated Cesar, A-too Brutay;

Hell yea, I said it then; Back when I had a friend;
Every person I ever loved, has met an end;

Sweets was the freshest one; Moe was the message son;
I found me a brand new life, thru the death of one;

Thru The Death Of One

Obsibilo

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Thru The Death Of One

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