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lophiel:

Days turn into years.

“A” students turn into dropouts

Seeing the world from a creative angle turns into seeing it from a couch

Orgasms become lifetimes.

Bong hits turn into white lines

A face becomes a dartboard and cardboard becomes a house

Boys turn into men.

Enemies become your friends

Losing turns into winning and the beginning becomes the end

Words turn into magic.

Rewind becomes a habit

Rabbits become vultures

and cultures become trends

A party becomes a funeral.

Sunlight turns into cancer

The rain turns beautiful.

An unusual question becomes an answer

Happiness becomes a cataract.

A sip turns into a six-pack

And Earth turns into Mars

as my album becomes a standard

A hero becomes a statistic. A lost soul enlisted

The potholes are lifted as the hot coals leave you blistered

A sickness becomes a teardrop.

A cup of coffee becomes a long day

Your best friend’s guidance becomes the wrong way

As the song plays my voice becomes the past, present, and future

Transportation becomes pollution

as humans become computers

Time becomes space.

Minds become waste

And a person becomes less interested when a mic becomes an instrument

An age turns into a nightmare.

Love becomes hate

The nine becomes a zero

and every country becomes one state

All you thought you knew was just a foolish assumption

Yes, everything is something. But something is nothing

pyramidmirrors:

When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales

Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam

Keep riding till the cycle is broke

We don’t got to go through nothing alone