Dalure - Away lyrics

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Dalure - Away lyrics

[Verse 1: ModernDay Malcolm] ModernDay Malcolm, but I never met Malcolm X they took him Like a past-life Feels like I'm past life, ascending to the skies I'm reaching for God's hands, but I'm looking in Satan's eyes Trying to escape my mind, but my thoughts are screaming It's like I'm going crazy trying to evade my demons Am I a sane mane cooped up, up in this mad world Or am I a mad man, on my journey to get heard Writing down every thought, even the ones that hurt Give me the answers to the questions that my mind provokes Cause in my past I've seen wild things, call me kaleidoscope When I was 15 I watched a man loose his life behind the scope But that was behind the scenes But I couldn't be no b**h Had to grab my lima beans And find a way to cope But sometimes I wish I could take it all... [Hook: ModernDay Malcolm] Take me (away, away) Take me (away, away) Just take me (away, away) Take me (away, away) Take me (away, away) Just take me (away, away) [Verse 2: ModernDay Malcolm] And my last girl said she's waiting for nobody But now she's holding up my lobby I swear these hoes need hobbies She's trying to live so fast so she's running like Harriet Tubman Those ex-pills got you feeling your freedom but what happened to being a woman All this chaos from a recession So you better keep your piece, survival lessons for the adolescent Cause these streets will show mercy for no man You may have heard that life's a b**h but trust me homie it don't slow dance You may have heard that life's a b**h but trust me homie it don't slow dance You may have heard that life's a b**h but trust me homie it don't slow dance Can I kick it like Phife Dawg I need a break from this war that I fight y'all Internal battles in my dorm with the lights off Equipped with a pen and pad as my sword and my right guard I fear that nobody will listen so I write God He said to follow intuition and go hard Capitalize on your position and get yours It's too late to drop the pin or the pad, the gift's yours But I have some fears of this future that I set forth Cause I refuse to be a puppet on this course Will I get thrown back in the box when the get bored Or will I die like Pac, tryna stop what's in store When they take me