Res Lauren - rosary (bones III) Lyrics

Yeah
Mindset relentless as my soul is unrelenting
Made peace in my venting
More for action than repenting
In this suit somebody lent me
And these walls they have me renting
Compartments for my arteries
Explosions in my entries
Illuminate who sent me
Purposes are plenty
Messages are many
And her radiance already in my every day
Moments making memories when moments fade
Open chest of empathy would show the way to focus
And the focal point is close today
See rosaries and rose arrays
Encoded dreams erode away
I rose another day
A ways to go
I know my lotus lays low
Awake, knowing what my wake shows
Growing pains licking at my bones
Don't let the soul escape
My psyche seeking solace in uncommon ways
Taking steps like a rosary bead
Each by each
Another breath
While the prayer like a plea
Nothing less than the lungs stretched
Depths of the deep
Feel 'em compress
Onto the next
Another message, I meant what I mean
I don't believe in a heaven that's dancing
Where we can't see
Nothing romantic
Levels to it, and I feel it expand
See nothing's planned or it's all meant to be
This and that, or the grand scheme
Endless, at least til it's dismantled
How bout that?
Match me, I'm on wax
They try to fathom, but it comes with the fragment
Kartchner caverns from the back of my mental
Fuck a rental
No walls know what I'm made of
Queued up, played over
What's a chase if it's no reward?
I can't dream yours
But I breathe for it
Push, pull, reinforce
These oars don't measure up
And of course it's war
For those that don't get it
See it, hurt like it
Get on
Fuck a mention, I been on
Take it shin on
Cleats claw, who want the goal?
We all got 'em
Winter, spring autumn, and on
No feet up on ottomans 'til they see the phenomenon
No sleep, tweak 'til I got it
Cross your conscious like a comet, I'm gone
Off topic
Looking for the answers in the socket
Alternate the lint and having cash up in the pocket
Reinvest a prophet
That's the dogma, man
It's gotta be love
It's gotta be love
Yeah
Nowadays they make like choosing love is wrong
But if we don't hate the same shit, we not getting along
Forced toleration vs. blind could make the same song
But paint by number games got you seeing the frame wrong
Who it don't haunt, that's odd
Surely they got facts that's false
And false prophets all relaying what they want
Long way from Salaam or descendants of Raekwon
We all descend from the same mom
But the truth and the faith is under civilizations
And bones

Yeah
Mindset relentless as my soul is unrelenting
Made peace in my venting
More for action than repenting
In this suit somebody lent me
And these walls they have me renting
Compartments for my arteries
Explosions in my entries
Illuminate who sent me
Purposes are plenty
Messages are many
And her radiance already in my every day
Moments making memories when moments fade
Open chest of empathy would show the way to focus
And the focal point is close today
See rosaries and rose arrays
Encoded dreams erode away
I rose another day
A ways to go
I know my lotus lays low
Awake, knowing what my wake shows
Growing pains licking at my bones
Don't let the soul escape
My psyche seeking solace in uncommon ways
Taking steps like a rosary bead
Each by each
Another breath
While the prayer like a plea
Nothing less than the lungs stretched
Depths of the deep
Feel 'em compress
Onto the next
Another message, I meant what I mean
I don't believe in a heaven that's dancing
Where we can't see
Nothing romantic
Levels to it, and I feel it expand
See nothing's planned or it's all meant to be
This and that, or the grand scheme
Endless, at least til it's dismantled
How bout that?
Match me, I'm on wax
They try to fathom, but it comes with the fragment
Kartchner caverns from the back of my mental
Fuck a rental
No walls know what I'm made of
Queued up, played over
What's a chase if it's no reward?
I can't dream yours
But I breathe for it
Push, pull, reinforce
These oars don't measure up
And of course it's war
For those that don't get it
See it, hurt like it
Get on
Fuck a mention, I been on
Take it shin on
Cleats claw, who want the goal?
We all got 'em
Winter, spring autumn, and on
No feet up on ottomans 'til they see the phenomenon
No sleep, tweak 'til I got it
Cross your conscious like a comet, I'm gone
Off topic
Looking for the answers in the socket
Alternate the lint and having cash up in the pocket
Reinvest a prophet
That's the dogma, man
It's gotta be love
It's gotta be love
Yeah
Nowadays they make like choosing love is wrong
But if we don't hate the same shit, we not getting along
Forced toleration vs. blind could make the same song
But paint by number games got you seeing the frame wrong
Who it don't haunt, that's odd
Surely they got facts that's false
And false prophets all relaying what they want
Long way from Salaam or descendants of Raekwon
We all descend from the same mom
But the truth and the faith is under civilizations
And bones