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Artiste : Navy Blue
Titre : Low Threshold
The storm is passin´
How will I survive amidst all that has happened? Held me captive
Victim of my pride at times I´m all reaction
The slow burn is waiting for the magic

Caught lacking principles before the personalities like don´t you see yourself and who you after?
Uh, it´s all love but I don´t hate when I´m alone I got my heart to cast and plaster, body chiseled out the stone
Roam, where you go and where you gone
If you told a little lie but you know how it feel to rob
Towered over flaws like a dark cloud
Heart pounding, sending ripples through the bog
All along it was me
I couldn´t leave without rewriting the wrongs
I will breathe life in these songs because I´m allowed to pause
Peace allowed until serenity exists when I´m colliding with what is
If it wasn´t me then it was God who saw me quit
She pulled me out the water like my mama saw a gift

My sister found God that was my papa dying wish
Why does life feel like a hug and death is just a kiss?
Don´t you drift away from us and fall in that abyss
It´s nothing short of luck
I receive what you transmit
Cancerous antics that led me to the crypts

Led me through the crypts
Spirit

Please believe me, this a treaty I done signed it, I´m reminded of the times that ain´t align with us
The bean stalk I´m climbing up
We reaching outward tryna grab what we can find in us, whole time...

You decide your own fate, you can make your own way
Pessimism won´t stay
It ain´t always candles and cake
One foot in front the other is the right pace
Wrong place, right time, at least that´s what the plight say
Type shit
Navy just a vessel couldn´t write this
His likeness is settled in the light
Where the hype is
Money ain´t make him, but the dollar is a motherfucker
My tax dollar killing children and they mothers...
Fathers, aunties, cousins, uncles, all that
Guess it´s safe to say the bottom is the place to fall at

I call that grace
Make haste and make most of what you call a safe place