Cool of the Rebellion - Land of the Rain

For the dollar bills we.. yeah yeah uh yeah
For the dollar bills we embody thrills
Excrete vices, don't consume lifeless entities
Made a killing, started up making a living, so what changed
If not the name, money power and fame corrupts absolutely
A fistful of sins, pocket full of lint covered mints
Fresh, I guess it depends on the state of your breath
Yes, while some choose to excel
Others are held back by hell, well
Fast 'til your heaven sent
With days that you haven't spent
Miscellaneous abbreviations the evidence for your residence
Did it to be better than, but that defeats the betterment
The hike is complete when feat is just a measurement
Pardon the reach, the peak is quite a settlement
Acknowledge the seat, praise to the beneficent
Magnificent magnetic, poets are simply poetic using cosmos as cosmetics
What of the days when the writings off the page and the worlds all plagued
Who will come to our aid? Uh Not a man saying "ay" man
But the plans saying "say" man
And the moons saying "sway"
Shadows in the room, in the tomb whispers lay, uh
I'm just trying to save the day mm
So my word is my safe uh
And my sheath is the breeze huh
And my physique is a cape
They ask what's it take to be great
When there's something to love, then there's something to hate
I embraced the pain in the Land of the Rain, where the teardrops sing at the sound of your name

Written by:
Omar Osman

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