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Drop The Gun

Released 2025

This song contains explicit language.

Drop the gun like you mean it Drop illusions like you ain't seen em Got confused but it's cool you clean up good Don't do it cause you think you should

But how the hell do I hear my heart? Stop and listen just feel your spark Stop and witness your karmic dart Between the eyes that you pulled apart

No explaining no need for rumination Time is wasted or time can be the payment Give it back cause it was always rented Give it back because the movie's tempting

I could relapse a million times But the key to Love is inside my mind still Body bends to each vibe I feel It's me I push the samsaric wheel

I could keep on giving context Or I could settle in the process I can vent to my pages Or I can dream of new phases like

I'll walk and work out 5 days a week I'll cook some meals and let go of sweets I'll watch the sunrise, sit still in peace I'll trust the inside not what was seen

Maybe it's the separated parts That've really been sabotaging every thing that I make I feel like I probably need more trust And I need more guts and I need more love And my life's at stake

F*ck me how do I approach that list? Must be that I really lost my wits Must be that I once really got beat And I'm still sitting there inside that wish

My feet smack the pavement Huffing and puffing while I run that mile Tryna make it to the station Before my phone dies gotta find out

How my dad's doin Think about the fact that I might lose him One day so today I don't waste this moment I see this is what they meant by my dharma Simple and small it's clear I follow

Hadn't run in weeks but this got me on my feet Something to support the wobbly part of my seat Something to support the suffering in the dream Something to provide me with purpose in the heat

Disease at the wrong time can be real dangerous I don't wanna face it while my life's still aimless I don't want my parents taking care of me at thirty Shame I'm keeping bottled and pretending I'm not broke

Hide behind a role Hide behind a giant goal Avoid the dirty dishes so I never it let it go Avoid the criticism I imagine on my own Taking care of me is still a journey that I'm on

How can I provide when I'm focused on surviving? Will I look inside like I did when I was wiser? Regret'll multiply as I'm betting on the future I should've wrote this sooner

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