Once it was living like it never had before,
it's water lifted roots up through your floors.
Penetrated with force the strength of steel,
it's jaw was iron and it's body couldn't feel.
When they tried to push back what they'd seen,
it surfaced and ripped through them clean.
They'd reflect on how they felt,
and room would get hotter than hell.
Wish that things were just the way there were.
Too much inclusion makes the weight seem worse.
Push me down just like the atmosphere.
Just want something that I need to fear.
Showed the live version of "notha thang" to my mom and she wasn't too happy about it. I could tell that by the way she had a vacant look on her face. BPad
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