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You can make it work but that still ain't driven Give a lot but that still ain't givin Livin' life like this ain’t real though Every night like this I feel so Dead wrong, collision is head on My vision is dead and gone Perception of right and wrong I been here so very long Right here in this very song, uh Look around everything changes Seem like everybody just strangers Don’t go outside cause it’s dangerous Why everybody wanna be famous I’m so OCD if they notice me I might jump out the grave so they know it’s me Man everybody want this shit for free Hand out palm up when they get to me In my mind no I never let it get to me Everybody got a turn will it get to me V’s up motherfucka that’s victory Tell me why what I’m doing ain’t shit to me, damn

Logic

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2:27 A.M.

It is 2:27 AM. I woke up gasping for the air that wouldn’t arrive for my lungs, Like a love that would never arrive in the long run, In that moment there is such a whirlwind, A procession of thought that roots in the brain stem, Going, “If this is how I go out what will become?” And that’s hard because deep down, well everyone knows. We slip into the darkness, show’s over, fade to black, Once you draw that final breath there is no going back. So live your life however the hell you wanna lead it, But think if you met Death today, would you be satisfied when you meet him?

© EMMOTION 2016

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APOCRYPHON:

Where did we come from? And no, I don’t mean “how was I born” come from, I mean where did we COME from? How is this planet the only one in the galaxy supporting life? Where do souls go after physical death? After the last heartbeat makes it’s way to the brain, Pumping the slowing blood through the nervous system, And eventually stilling like Prohibition era Chicago… Why is it that around someone we love, when we make eye contact, Our heartbeats synchronize, in perfect rhythm with theirs? How do we have so many religions that all surround a central being, And who or what is or are he, her, or they? Why must there be a fatality date? What would happen if instead of working to kill each other, We worked on a cure for cancer, or even death, Slowly battling against the dying of the light until we created a new one? Why do we feel such intense emotional bonds towards words? How can a single sentence affect so many people that it starts wars? And another one so powerful it signs a country into existence? When a mother can lift up a burning car to save her child, What happens to cause that spike of supernatural? Why does a diamond not show up on an x-ray image? Why am I here? What is this life we’re living is it a test, And if so, can I get a scan-tron, Because teacher, I can’t bubble this in fast enough. We’re dying. And if love is the answer, Why don’t you teach that instead of the quadratic formula again? These answers are not given to us. These answers are discovered. And I’m just wondering if one did ask these questions that make us, Would we regret anymore when we wondered?

© EMMOTION 2016

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Hurricane Girl:

“I’ve dreamed about you two nights in a row. I don’t believe in coincidences. Hurricane girl, you are a storm, whose tidal waves somehow got past my barricades, Something in you has a power, and I can’t take my eyes away. Hurricane girl, there is a calm about you that brings me peace, in your eyes, Easy to read like a boldfaced decree, but expansive like the blue in the skies. Hurricane girl, we have not touched, but you have touched my soul, When I read how you have dealt with so much hurt, I knew that my gates had broke. Hurricane girl, feelings I thought I had lost flooded back in waves and waves repeated, You had done something to my spirit that I never knew I needed. Hurricane girl, you managed to make a dead man’s chest beat once more, Reviving me like the moon revives the tides of sea, crashing against the shores. Hurricane girl, you are so strong, and fight for what you believe. It might just be me drowning in new emotion but I think I found someone just like me. Used, yet always true, emotionally bruised, treated poorly by people we thought we couldn’t afford to lose… But hurricane girl, I think I love you. So my hurricane girl, My hurricane girl… What’s a man to do?” © EMMOTION 2016

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The Fire In Mine Eyes:

“In my experience, there are two kinds of men…

The heroic knights and brave kings of fairytales, who stand noble and true,

And those who are content to watch the world to burn to ash with no thought of me or you.

A battle between two parallels, and call it what you will,

But light or dark, good or bad, one must always prevail.

Growing up I read the stories, the hero always won,

Villains were to be cast aside, shamed and without love.

Time after time, taken down a peg, one at a time like Christmas lights,

But no matter how cold they were, the villain still had a fire.

See, now I’m grown and clearly see what these philosophies got wrong,

The hero ends up winning, but the villain is more strong.

Because no matter how badly bruised they get, there’s still a fire in thine eyes,

That I never truly understood until I saw the same in mine." 

© EMMOTION 2016