Buried

 
I think I repressed so many emotions over the years
I lost track of what’s buried in the back of that cemetery
Though I don’t go into details or talk about it much nowadays
I just rhyme as if I’m running out of time like it’s very scary
 
And sometimes those old emotions are like restless ghosts
Their chains rattle like they want to rap battle me with loose lips
I just tell ‘em “shut the hell up and get back into your grave”
But I am more well-read now in case of a zombie apocalypse
 
 
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