sit back... relax... as I try to describe a scene of emotion and,
devotion can't... put it back together and... quoted as the facts state that...
here I am... 40 stories above heads and misses...
threads and kisses to pennies that created the whole to hold my well wishes...
40 stories I told before is the same as my age today,
well maybe not but and my baby fought... but that'll only turn the page...
and only seal the rage... as my range of emotions surrounds me,
astounds me... a crowd forms on the ground by the doors next to the maple leaves...
high in the air... violence is fair when silence is there,
timing is rare but when done correctly... a crowd appears and you aren't...
in common so much we've had... hair and eyes... stares and cries,
on the stairs I saw you rise... and this high rise stands just I...
stand to the side... backflashed the hits that saw well... and dropped-
my jaw... to the wayside... only playin that night when I fell and stopped...
GOD please don't... Brandon can't... Brandon won't... Brandon's rant,
standard dope... landed hope... come back Brandon can't be awoke damn...
The Final Flight... Vol 2... Coming soon...
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