"A Seesaw In The Park At Dark" raggae mix 2

"A Seesaw In The Park At Dark" DJ Stealth... stealth...stealth...stealth (up and down) ( round and round ) (up and down) (ground and pound) My mind is a storage bank that holds the key to unlock the universe. Some say its a blessing but most of the time to my mental its a curse. Keeping secrets locked deep inside. My ride or die, my Bonnie and Clyde. (up and down) ( round and round ) (up and down) (ground and pound) Never once muttering or whispering, I never said your name. My street credit holds far more weight then the bank game. Loyalty beyond belief. Smokin on straight keef. Sticky Icky green leaf. Gives my mental relief. (up and down) ( round and round ) (up and down) (ground and pound) Fighting to the death. A twelve round bout. Taking my last breath. From kush that's stout. Married to the game. Lame with no fame. Beating her outta the frame. All night long until she came. (up and down) ( round and round ) (up and down) (ground and pound) A magical moment where two souls collide. Down on my knees, I present myself, no pride. Struggling to survive, I still get by. Clinging to my tears, I try not to cry. Broken by the constant barrage of lies. Surrendering, white flagged, cutting ties. Never writing statements I keep an alibi. Wearing sun glasses hides tears in my eyes. (up and down) ( round and round ) (up and down) (ground and pound) No more feelings, no concern, no heart. Eyes to the ceiling, no contacts, fall apart. The separation of the lame and smart. Our astral connection is off the charts. Back and forth, schizophrenic, manic panic. Demons of the dark, possession, it's so tragic. Three armatures, playing games, dark magic. Three souls stolen caught up in evil theatrics. My light shines bright. Your dimwit burnt light. Keep a grip on my green stash tight. Putting fire to trees, high as a kite. (up and down) ( round and round ) (up and down) (ground and pound)