CT K-oth - Coast Clear lyrics

=K-oth= My timing in rhyming Akin to the climate: you'll find its cold Hands out like Simon told My mind is bold Silver surf on my wave they rode It's paved in gold Stay schooled Get paid in full We'll make it through Don't let anybody hate on you Or put they hands on unless they dating you (day by day; month by month) And I don't always mean in negative ways What you understands not often what I say And I'm praying to god More often than dismissing All the blessings' confusing All (as) abusing if not part of the lessons I started to get it Connect these dots We're like little ants, yet part of the plot Then we started to k** Disregarded the hill If I flooded your mind Pardon me still Could go 6 ft till the coffin is filled Love/hate regarded the will Double meanings Conform's not a secret Why'd you think we started With guarding of Eden? Why'd you think God departed the heathens? Belief is more than receiving Get your stats up just to understand Don't follow the flock of another man =Trent Steelz= But if you can You probably should lend a helping hand And though they coming through the window like bruh man From the 5th floor holding up the 4 Looking for some sandwiches , I already know A hater's only intention, to take away your shine The warden's only intention, to take away your time The frail reaching for brail ,the blind reading blind You follow stories they tell, That blind leading blind If you believe it you can achieve it, so just try It doesn't matter your s**, genome XY It doesn't matter your race, because we born to die On a soapbox . preaching from a corner I Try to reach the ma**es, steady people pa**ing, but nobody asking, why nobody laughing They sell the people lies , but really what's the truth You following the leader, but can you duck-duck-goose? That's why I holler, do your own thang And when they want answers: use your own brain Cause life like Wikipedia, its user defined 'till your soul leaving ya So you got to find your best route, if that don't work out find your next route In a "world full of sin", all I need a microphone and a pen, cause the clones cannot win They even stoned Jesus, so you know I'm getting stoned once again "frankly my dear I don't give a damn" cause I'm gone in the wind