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lyrics
Head phones that are broke,
Barely work- - -
to disguse that the only music
I'm listening to is my heart beat.
Heart pain, Heart ache, sorrow--
Sorry,
for being a broken man,
But I was born in these pieces.
Piecing pieces together,
I'm still Puzzle Man.
See, many Mystery Men,
Asking questions, that no one got the answer for,
Like
Can I Live?
But are we every alive?
I got bills coming soon,
that I can't pay
Realizing,
I ain't living check to check
I'm living Hope To Hope
Like. . .
I hope that don't shut my shit off,
Even if they do I am still on One,
With my artisry.
Trying to speak me free, Mydrea
My Dear Ra,
Praying to my gods, like what my ancestors would do?
And I know most poets do. . .
Give you food for thoughts, but Lindo give you that liquor too
Like pull up a chair,we here, lets cheer, that we here
Matter if it is Righteos or ratchet,
We need that R&R for balance,
I need balance
More driven than a car,
But I stand still, me.
Mind traveling so much it needs a passport, or a spaceship
Cuz my mindstate is not of world or place that most think,
It's outer space where I am on One,
But I know I ain't the only One
Lindo is not only a spoken word artist, but an actor and an emcee. Born and raised in Philadelphia, Lindo has created a buzz
performing at "open mics" and being visible in the Philadelphia spoken word scene
Lindo defines himself as being most thoughtful because he takes the time to convey life in the wittiest ways.He conceives thoughts to impregnate the mind and sees the abortion of ignorance....more