Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deferred, artist - CYNE. Album song Evolution Fight, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 28.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Project Mooncircle
Song language: English
Deferred |
Dreams are, the building blocks of my heart and my soul |
The meeting unfolds, hoping that my story is told |
Driftin, with eyes closed but seeing the deeper meaning |
Of what I want in life, precisely when I’m dreaming |
It’s so misleading, but yet I gotta follow through |
Holdin true to myself in rhythm is what I wanna do |
Searchin, through Bible verses, books in the Koran |
Lookin for the meaning of life and the essence of all |
Deeper than the waters at the bottom of the Earth |
The sermon the preacher’s quotes Sunday morning at the Church |
Breaking down the layers to the molecular level |
Breaking atoms like Oppenheimer playin wit heavy metals |
My dreams be the key to it all, I’m readin the stars |
Rippin the pillow tight while I’m feelin the fall |
Sensations takin me over, I’m sweatin until I’m sober |
Eyes wide shut, I scream touchin my shoulder |
Dreams… be the personal things |
That reside in my mind at the core of my bein |
Things are never what they seem so I’m telling Akin |
Hold true son, better believe |
I quoted some words Wordsworth hope to the Earth |
A poet sparked the vision that I wrote for this verse |
I’m dreamin, broad daylight I’m battling demons |
Sun is shinin I’m bent for disguise I’m screamin |
Wailin, like a nappy dread, it’s matter fact he said |
I’m caught in a box, tryna pick locks. |
I’m desperate |
The son of circumstance I dance in a rave and |
My thoughts are the world my pain is entertainment |
Lucrative plots I scheme while this fugitive not |
On Mt. Zion where Mumia broke bread wit a cop |
This futuristic bliss fist gunnin this pen in the air |
I dare lyricists that wish to take it there |
I’m here, OK can rap style with the Lugar out |
Squeeze and we shoot it out |
Got niggas movin out |
A bitch made approachin the mic with a switch blade |
This day and age I rage against the skits made |
I’m caught in this pocket of start |
While the clones bark and broadcasted |
And I fought to get my own spot |
I’m the beauty in belly of beast |
Made of hell seize heaven is the moment I wait to open eyes |