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It’s not how you leave but how you lived,
Your touch is your time so don’t pretend,
Your space is your mind so don’t descent,
Breakdown for your climb to lockup your wins,
Don’t be the yells to the sky of the tales of Boyz to Broken Men,
I’m Down on Bending Knees showing my soul saying Amen,
I say it all so I could never Say When,
Every day in this life is a new begin,
It Was Written in the lungs with black wind,
It was wrote out iAm with a futuristic black pen,
Astonished by the Nastradamaus that woke us up from the within,
They want you to Rocafella before you learn to rock wit a friend,
Open sight can always lead to new ends,
Reach out and hit send and watch your signal start to ascend from the bars that transcend the very vibe that they commend,
Bare it all but never bury you skin,
Show your grasp and grin and never mask where you have been,
Your history is in the stars and it’s reaching for you to grab again,
Play your story but never play the violin,
They’ll Call Out Your Name when they recognize your Weeknd,
Stage presence has invited you to attend,
In the moment is the only time that I spend,
Never Fifty when I spin into these Many Men,
Four Fifths of a man trying to Contend,
I defend the rights of the night that refused to try to blend,
Blackened with soul in the season of fashion trends,
The style of your choice of actions will always suspend,
To comprehend you have to first make amends,
To be the difference you have to be the dividend,
Calculate and then fend for your backend to be paid in Zen,
Harmony is the only goal to apprehend...
