Ed Morta Interlude

Grabbing my chest, nothing but lost hopes, Holy Ghost
 Drawing my breathe, sharp as a note, let it out, Holy smokes
 Nothing but time, nothing but stress
 Training my body, feel like a wreck
 I'm in a galaxy far, far away
 Yet I can't move past the present day
 I'm in exile
 My legs can't walk the next mile so my spirit must
 I'm the Icarus that took heed
 Didn't fly low, just wanted the speed
 Didn't fly high 'till I knew I was confident that when I reached up I would touch my dreams
 No matter the cost, no matter the loss, I know I ain't stopping until my heart
 If this is mine, oo-ah
 If this is mine
 I'm an assassin, follow the creed
 Always For The People, A-F-T-P
 But even still, my heart is broken again
 I put the pieces in a Ziploc
 Blue Jacket with the big pockets
 I'll find some time to put it back together
 I'm The Black Ace
 The Bay Philosopher, The Lonely Lover
 From the Constitution to the Sunshine State
 My words will warm your soul in the coldest of places even when they're written in the chillest of spaces
 Hospital beds, on the edge of bridges
 Backpacks filled with broken led, notebooks filled with smidges of black on my hands like soot
 The traces of hardships, scars left from car flips
 The tryptophan has got me watching my mind slip
 I said the tryptophan has got me watching my mind slip
 Touch down if you get it, touch down, touch down
 ReneSounds on the edit, ReneSounds, ReneSounds
 Touchdown if you get it, touchdown, touchdown
 ReneSounds on the edit, ReneSounds, ReneSounds like woah