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Spirit Falls
By: Sceltic

Chorus:
“The selection rejection
Is bad for the mental complexion.
Might I add a suggestion?
Please answer my question.
Who says you get to make the call?
What makes you decide destiny for us all?
To make us wail or ball,
Until our spirit falls.”

Verse 1:
“Has anyone felt the fire?
The burning passion we call desire?
Or even caught a tune from the choir?
It’s an astounding feelin’.
To have people who follow as you’re reelin’.
They help you on your journey to a better place;
Where they can’t burn me.
No matter how much better I get,
I still am hit with this shit.
“We appreciate that you appreciate,
But this ain’t something we want to contemplate.”

The same words, I’ve always heard.
My spirit’s cracked; broken for sure.
But I can confess that the day will come,
That they’ll regret givin’ me a downward thumb.”

Chorus:
“The selection rejection
Is bad for the mental complexion.
Might I add a suggestion?
Please answer my question.
Who says you make the call?
What makes you decide destiny for us all?
To make us wail or ball,
Until our spirit falls.”

Verse 2:
“I just wish to say, that this isn’t the way.
To force us artists into spiritual decay.
To decide what’s right; what’s wrong.
Our song ain’t ever to long.
We just want a shot to prove we have a lot.
A chance at a record slot.
I do not wish to depart from this mall or my cart.
I checked everywhere,
But I’m unable to start.
Do you even know about workflow?
Or do you just go with your boss’ woes?
This is the path I chose; to be a musical rose.
Who’s not found stepped on by toes.
No! I wont clean my nose!
This rap game is dirty ya fuckin’ ho!”

Chorus:
“The selection rejection
Is bad for the mental complexion.
Might I add a suggestion?
Please answer my question.
Who says you make the call?
What makes you decide destiny for us all?
To make us wail or ball,
Until our spirit falls.”


Verse 3:
“To every fan that I obtain.
I promise to always make it rain.
To make their faces drain,
As they’re chained to our spittin’ gang.
I wish only to hang out with the crowd.
To be allowed to never bow down.
I want to polish this town; make it world renown.
I can’t seem to break these barriers,
Because of some ass clown.
Some big ol’ townie who thinks he’s high and mighty.
Whoever they may be, I’ll give them the third degree.
I won’t stop until they notice me.
Not unless I can climb up their record tree.
Or else given a seed to plant for myself.
That’s all I ask.
Do you think rejection's going to stop me from my goal?
Not until I see the toll go up in the polls.
When my name is across the states;
Across the ocean grates.
When others get a starting slate.
Then and only then will you see our traits.
It with words, the rest is up to fate.”
Chorus:
“The selection rejection
Is bad for the mental complexion.
Might I add a suggestion?
Please answer my question.
Who says you make the call?
What makes you decide destiny for us all?
To make us wail or ball,
Until our spirit falls.”

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