FIRST RAINS est une chanson en Anglais
As my tears fall,
first rains on a dry patch
soul retrieval,
think about her place and I’m right back
hoped she would wake up and see the light like a night stand
that whole relationship was a prolonged anti climax,
a time - capsule,
training regiment for the right damsel,
A bike handle, grip was holding on too tight
wouldn’t communicate our needs, instead we’d argue and fight
furnished a different abode,
She was a youth in all them clubs,
I wanted to build up a home
some day
know she’ll regret it half way through her slut phase
I poker face it heavy, act unfazed
She shot me, left a lethal wound, pretended I was unscathed
I used to call for updates,
now I’m up late talking to her upgrade
It dawned on me as the dusk came
We would take shots,
have sex and take shots
then start to take shots like gunplay
what a fatal foreplay
built a fort around her heart
defence become her forte
Where we ended up was not the destination we planned (increase intensity)
Or was is too far, so we missed it, like my brothers court date
memories of her departure, phantoms in my doorway
I left a lot of me behind, transitioned stage like tour dates
Pin Point the hotel California,
Or the corner of envy and paranoia
where my inner child’s said to be located
I had abandoned him, by damning him
I should’ve bandaged him
built a wall to my emotions and I left a damn in him
Disempowered him and banished him instead of backing him
When they say that I’m a failure then what would I have to think
Tense on the plot but granted since my brother passed it’s been
Aunt regards me as an idiot because I’m passionate, I’m not having it, so I
blocked that contact,
You started a calm man
I tried to help her see it long back like contacts
Refuse to deal with this, I’ll criss cross that contract
This the same old song, please pass that aux back
You’ll burn eternally for Interfering with Gods plan
your lie ability leads to discredit like card scams
You shouting, saying leave, I’m saying bet like card hands
Don’t dare retrace your steps the day I stumble on soft lands.
As my tears fall, the first rains on a dry patch
His Majesty, Lord Lucretius