Mirrors

from by Touch A.C.

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lyrics

and i said i would never make it back with a smile on my face
if i never make it out in the first place.
took the money and the mask to the fountain.
laughed at the gods.
pissed. in. the. fountain.
separatin' from the serpent - hold me down!
you don't tell my boss and we can prolly share the cloud.
btw i talk to myself when i can't control my thoughts
because it helps me stay focused if i hear it said out loud.

harder than the thoughts of a titan via satellite.
caught up in the ladder of the lateral and outta line!
how in the bowels the beast can you howl with the freaks and the leeches
that sleep in between the sheets at night?!?!?!
FUCK!
the pendulum is leanin' right!
backlash comin' from the left like you're readin' right.
ask rappers if they ever mastered seein' light
in the form of the spear/thorn in the side!!!

I
KNOW
I
MUST
MAKE
NO
SENSE

if ya never paid attention to the subtle things around ya
absorbin' attachment like a sponge of nostalgia.
calculatin' marionette master wound up
pullin' on the present moment just to shut our mouths up?!

I
KNOW
I
MUST
TAKE
THIS
WITH
A

grain of salt but mountain movin aint an easy task.
gimme strength. gimme peace. gimme breathin free at last.
gimme sleep. gimme gimme seats so i can see the seasons pass.
gimme keys to the thing that brings relief for the gash of time
when it's lined up.
single file. what shine!
i could just pile up.
drink vial. wasn't mine!
never mind this.
never minus.
always plus.
Dundiff.
touch.
always us.
Framehouse!
fuck what them other people tell ya!
how can the very storm itself be the shelter?
how can i say it more plainly?!
we the illest mother fuckers.
time's my chariot, rappers fly delta.
sorry brother, i guess i never felt ya.
you talkin' like you off the hookshot like Zelda.
but i'm an old man, son, so i gotta tell ya:
my niece looks harder in her backpack, Elsa.

I
KNOW
I
MUST
KEEP
MY
HEAD
HIGH

in a wasteland lotta snake oil gettin' sold.
i'm just here to make it known we reap what we sow.
too many of my folks are deceased and i know
to detach the word heat brings relief to the snow

i've seen a leaf transformed to a prayer request
seen a priest get hooked on meth.
disbelief in a jewel gone theft.
we never even held it.
for what it's worth, i believe that i still felt it.
just another piece of the ore more smelted.
a note camouflaged until the snow melted
i wonder if i ever got what everyone elses'
interpretation of a what a sea swellin'
was?
it ain't bout trust.
it ain't bout lust.
it ain't bout us.
or who ain't bout us.
i could kill for the moment!
the totem i held, still real. still holdin'.
when a need gives birth you can see who's worth.
sitckin' around to please or assert
who could easily serve?
matter fact, i eclipse the commotion.
the son who's holdin' the Moon.
frozen.

THERE
IS
NO
ESCAPE
FROM
YOUR
SELF

--==!!!!!!!!!!!!HARE KRISHNA!!!!!!!!!!!!==--

THERE
IS
NO
ESCAPE
FROM
YOUR
SELF

This is never let it settle. always ripple, just because.
This is forward through miasma when they ask ya what it was.
This is Smoke Shop, Framehouse, Dundiff, touch.
This is Live from Anatta, do the math, get fucked.

credits

from Live from Anatta, released February 24, 2017
Lyrics by Touch A.C.
Produced by Dr. Dundiff
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Frames Danco @ Framehouse
Louisville, KY

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Woke up in escape pod. Unsure of year. Must rap.

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