Ft. Nai Palm There's still the dust that gently bows From the beat of a hunger that can't be drowned I could breathe this bliss on the way and it must be the sound Velvet the hue, our tissue Our contest that some men seek surrender deep in my chest That's the antidote A habit of occurrence that makes in time my clarity The length of each stripe boundless in rich and density Factually there's no way for gravity Mercy for my rental and honking on my diary, it's not the time I awoke to the sound of Ali Smoke from the blood, it might seem that I make behind me You badgering me, testing me, no leaf unfolded