Bandito
I could take the high road
But I know that I’m going low
Im a Bandito
With a hint of yellow
my camoflage keeps ៴is me on the road
Im a Bandito
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In city I feel my spirit is contained
Like neon, the inside the glass they form my brain
But I recently discovered its a heatless fire
Like nicknames they give themselves to uninspire
Started with Began with bullet now add fire to the proof
Is fear a neighbor or a close relative to truth?
But Im still not sure if fears a rival or close close relative to truth
Either way it helps to hear these words bounce off of you
The softest echo could be enough for me to make it through
This is the sound we make
When in between two places
Where we use to bleed
And [?] be
[?]me control
[?]story continues to unfold