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Free.AM Today
Written By Teknical Development .IS

In a world of madness millions of souls/
They walk around trapped within bodies like ants/
Larger scales of different ways of life/
Words, emotional stresses they cloud the brain/
The body infected by chronicle pains/
Sacred thoughts that you hold/
Cant bare the price that you cant afford/
Now they lost you should have spoke about it/
You got a talent and that blank canvas/
Your page the tablet to your works of perfection/
The craft a simple blessing/
The way you use it draws attention/
Your words comfort the sadness/
But inside one resides dead blind to ones own advices/
You got your people, your boyz/
The ones you say you die for/
Talk to them about your problems/
And the reason to why mind body and soul it feels corrupted/
Suicidal perhaps/
Notes left on side boards it just aint enough/
Or is it coded in the rhyme since the first sentence/
He told me that he wanted to make a mends with his mother/
Week later found murdered something on his mind/
Along time wishing everything/
I had spoke to him earlier/
Break the loop of life, impossible/
So now nothing comforts many occasions/
I feel to concern certain desires/
Fuck it like religion/

Crazy now the cycle changes/
The sound different as time past/
Last night projects prove the combination still tight/
Like eyes that can't express/
Tears now their minds trapped by their egos/
Vertical and now the balance disturbed like your senses/
Drunk by yourself vexed cos the bottles near done/
Phones close, all it takes is phone call/
Tek I stop, rush your eyesight see me quick/
Confine in my essence/
My ears open they say miserable it love company/
For my peoples around a table bag of weed, a drink/
My ears open all day/
Forget that selfish psychological shit/
You need to express, let that shit out/
Shout in a rage I done it/
Walking the path of chaos like its a personal hell/
Sean saw it, he knows my secrets/
Things i would have done, maybe wouldn't be here/
But we spoke, the conversation healed my soul/
Never felt a feeling like this/
Like seeing Henry in a coma/
Listen something close trapped on my mind forever/
His mother calls me/
Dem days I resided Nottingham, The Ville/
Back to London after points of communication/
Doctors explaining he ain't responding/
To no known medical technique on Earth/
I proceed with permission from his mother/
Grab his hands with exact words/
Yo you need to get up plus I come all the way from North/
Plus with this rhymin' we gonna make it/
With more truth then Jesus rising/
I hear him say Dean I hear you/
But where are you?/

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from TO​​​​​.​​​​​AM​/​FREE​​​​​.​​​​​AM, released November 18, 2015
Produced By Hey!Zeus.I
Lyrics Written By Teknical Development .IS

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OBBA SUPA London, UK

Hey!Zeus.I
& Teknical Development .IS
are Obba Supa
Musical duo from London, UK.
First album was released in 2009. Currently still actively releasing records.

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