N. Franco - COFFEE TALK Lyrics

In the palace walk calloused feet I deem my own
Hoping to feed my own
Clothes on the back
Seams, finely sowed
Clothes on the back
While Cold wind blows
Lips are chapped hair is raised
Ice is capped, then melted by the rays
My cumulus cumulate
Cloudy thoughts condensate
Summertime
Sipping melancholy with a side lime
My shirt sticking to my skin
What's worse is the ticking of kin
One man hearse with a family full of sin
Guilt piling up
Spilt a provided cup
Never even wanted a sip
Endeavored and fronted for a trip
On a two way road
No place to go
Meandering aimlessly
Bantering shamefully, for I'm a

Person with needs
You're always rambling about personal needs
What's that have to do with me
I've been deflated, excavated, executed
But I'm choosing
The better path
The righteous
Avoid the wrath
And crisis
Living a day at a time
The man's feet beat to the chime
You're Tryna beat me to the line
I'm a raven I'm a Poe
You can Add the T
Claiming you don't know
Yet you shy your face from me
Trying to intervene, I beg you let me breathe

Citrus sour cynic
Witness power mimic
Gain a position
Strain your ambition
It's plain repetition
I've been going for so long
Strife within and loathing where could I go wrong
Where could I go wrong
Damp and numb
Lays the scum
He let his eyes melt
Looked at the world now he feels what I felt
Rabid, foaming at the mouth
An animal, questioning its routes
Dreams turn to illusions
No work, no conclusion
Instability and infidelity
One I hold dear
The others my biggest fear
I wouldn't want to, but what if I do
I've made decisions I regret
Now I sit here in this silence trying to forget

You are my downfall, said the man to the mirror