February from Morus Alba by Morus Alba

Oh I can see the spirit inside me
whatever, it's so cold
the longer I grow old
The solitude, the comfort of being nude
afraid of all dead skin
get washed with the wind

If you want it,
you can call
on your right hand
or your tooth
just lay down
and breathe hard
the picture
is your proof

The snow did melt, the boy he did well
he suffered a whole lot
a birthday it was not
He turned to her
he saw what was a blur
felt just like getting hung
he said this from his lung

"If you want it,
you can call
on your right hand
or your tooth
just lay down
and breathe hard
the picture
is your proof

You're perfect
and you're true
I am only half complete
as the sun reaches high
it is finally time to sleep"

• Austin Texas
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• beats
• experimental beats
• new york hip hop
• underground hip hop
• Austin