Beam cutting off on my side
As we’re sailing on the sea
You know I’ve been taking you on
Flying above Hong Kong
Twenty minutes seem well enough
To my China dream
You got something here I never thought I’d see
Static lights moving through the concrete sea
Is this the start of something new
I was hoping it would last forever
If traditional is being fake call me a fucking rebel
Fast mind I wasn’t meant to be a beggar
But I am content now to be a righter
Though I still keep on dreaming on
On that better place, people be dreaming of
I always did believe in love
I always will
Ill from that pill that gave me a chill drill my deal is for real
It’s a funny thing about the first time you go home
All of a sudden the windows open up
Like a storm coming from the outside
You must be nice to me
If you see me sad you mustn’t be afraid
Because all I want is getting paid
just to remember the good old days
T
Bone raw from the oldest dollar bill
It doesn’t matter if it’s wrong or right
I still hope to make it right
Looking for the right amount of light
I’m a dreamer
So I do what I can
Can my thoughts
Fit them in a van
Oh we
We got each other
At least from the side that doesn’t bother
Awfully different without you
I never imagined you
Never doubted you
All my dreams about you
I guess I’m bound to carry on
If I do I’ll end up leaving this place
With or without my body, search for the sweet embrace
We’ll look back on it as a minor dream
How bad can it be
Lucy can’t find us if we’re together,
Maybe alone we can’t live
Believe in me
Keep on dreaming on
Meaning for the screening of my feelings I’ll carry on
I’m not there yet
Still have a lot to learn
Return my concern like O’Byrne
I’m doing the best I can with my soul
Though it is getting harder every day
Layaway my way since May or it may betray your sway
I guess I’ve had enough of this
Losing my feeling
Feeling of falling
You can tell me you need me And you can tell me you’re mine
Or will it ever stop?
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Soar
How dare you stand against my brother?
Don’t you know he’s guarded by that fucker with the quick hands tight grip and deep clips, sucker?
I take it you don’t know him because I doubt there’s someone that stupid,
Don’t threaten the man with the coven behind him or you’ll end up with your eyes in the oven for night shift
Swift keys past the blue tail lights no debris on the motherland or them big whips will lead you to jail time
Words swerve up and down and threats travel fast and far but only real g’s move in like what’s what you want war?
Don’t play with man money or his fucking family them dumb killers will sack you for a bunch of pennies
The forgotten will come alive again when I say their names the renegades will rise up to rebel on my say
So don’t mess with my brother because he’s got the world behind him and you don’t have the size to play against the cataclysm
There
I tail a tale, straight like a train on a rail, escape from the lair, follow the steps of the stairs, they’ll take you to what’s fair, don’t mind me I don’t care, my despair is rare, I’m so talented I sat a bear in a chair, I swear I can sense the smell of her hair in the air, forgive my sin I swear I wasn’t aware, or so I declare, I dared to tear the spare prayers from the questionnaire, sell that shit, made me a millionaire
D@191
Darkness burns deep until you see the light,
There ain’t no sunshine that can outweigh my might,
I keep it on my belt and take y’all down on sight,
I’ll heal your wound if you stand for what’s right,
Head’s spinning but no hesi to pull out the dice,
Put it to your heart and impale you with that spike,
Keep your head up and fly high like my kite,
Go to your funeral, easy to spot I’ll be dressed in white
Tune with T
Shine like a lantern in the sea
Now when I see you,
Now when I see you,
Kill all them bitches till I’m free
Smiled with the risin’ sun
We went for a ride
Fast-paced father like son,
Falling makes you feel alive
And I was out of my mind
I was out of my mind
If we lose we switchin’ dice
While that roller coaster ride
You’re rollin’ up my cheeks
Fill that screen with fat fried rice
People get separated,
I’m forgetting, I’m forgetting
Whipped cream,
Dope law
Got in my car
With a record collection
Steer the whip to the station
That’s a funny name
You’re
That’s a whack game Four
I’m the girl that’s always bein’ left behind
You’re all dressed up in my dress
Filled my mind with distress
Patient wait for my caress
Put my arm around you
Grab a bowl
Bowl with that Ceasar
Bad mind with that wheezer
Pinch him with the tweezers
Get around much anymore
First time in years that I
Find a dime with that line certain time for a lie
Along the way
I don’t know what to say
Kill that bay call it a day
Which might make you wanna cry
And I haven’t got time for the waiting game
I
Don’t know if I’m still I
the Brunch
Is it called an hour that place where the rule belongs to a limbo in which half and half varies deliberately depending on the mouth that shouts the missive?
It sounded senseless in my train of thought, but I’ll never forget the spark of wonder that could be seen in the tramp sitting next to me. Is it lunch or breakfast? take a fucking guess, that’s what I said when formulating the answer seemed impossible to me, an assertion filled with distress.
Notwithstanding my mind ran relentlessly in circles, at that very moment the answer came to me. Just like that first glance at the bride walking towards the altar on that day. Without skipping a beat my troubled mind realized that the truth behind a stupid tradition didn’t lie in a cultural asset or common denomination, but rather pure inspiration and confidence to give it a personal meaning in the reflection. It felt as if I was playing chess with myself and I had just found the checkmate, the winning move.
Who would’ve thought that my foggy thoughts could’ve been able to bring clarity upon an issue in such conflictive times?
For a second I forgot about all of those concerns that fill my time with unnecessary overthinking and it didn’t matter how insignificant the matter that I solved was, for a brief moment, not only did I figure out the social encounter, but also came to figure out myself again. For a microscopic portion of an instant, I felt like I could be again.
Honestly, that moment filled me with hope… maybe that’s what all of this is about. The slow and undeniable decomposition that had been making me disappear as a person had ceased for a second.
Ironically, now the brunch that I rejected so harshly will be kept in a special corner of my head. Perhaps I’ll even start having brunch every now and then.
Will it be in the late morning or the early afternoon? truth is, it’d be a waste to even plan that because it will obviously depend on my mood and there’s nothing more irregular than that.
Conceivably, most of my displays could be designed at brunch, mainly because if it created hope out of nowhere, maybe it could be the origin of that something meaningful I talk about so often. For all one knows, it could even ☥ open my eyes…
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I’ve been stuck for a while in that place where when becomes uncertain. Where every hour, minute and second becomes nothing more than just a meaningless number. Can’t even remember what it feels like to lose track of time because I haven’t seen it in so long. Falling into the common ways of escaping, bluntness flows throw my veins, my sight is blurry, I can’t sense what’s before me.
Lucy has even reached out to me lately. In a dream or so I think, he made me sit in a long glass table and started incoherently babbling about the glory of his side as if I was supposed to be interested. Be that as it may, his true intentions were revealed and his bluff was called within a short time into his monologue because he had forgotten to put an ashtray in the table. Lucy’s tricks may be running in autopilot owing to the fact that he’s always known that smoke had become a recurrent habit or route I take in order to escape from myself, as a consequence, the negotiation couldn’t happen without the presence of an ashtray.
Meditating about my vision I began to wonder why would Lucy invest in speaking about glory in such a senseless way with me in the first place. He has always been known for being a clever kind of rat, after all.
Regardless of that why would he even bother? Is it that Jah no longer counts with me to be in his barracks? For all one knows, he may even think that I’m not reliable anymore. Perhaps Jah thinks I’ve strayed too far off my track and as a result, he no longer considers me an ally to his cause.
But if a fact yet remains after all that has happened is that I’m loyal. If I get lost escaping from myself that doesn’t mean I’ll change my true-heartedness and commitment in exchange for fatuous and unintelligible promises.
It even may be true that I’ve been absent for a while, but even in my current truanting, there hasn’t been a day I’ve not worn it on my chest.
In spite of that, something that scares me is the cripple that doesn’t allow me to see the difference between reality and one of Lucy’s plots.
The fact that it was so easy for him to lure me into his table leaves me with a bitter thought or impression about my current state of weakness, and this obnoxious sensation of uncertainty is steadily carving a painful hole in my psyche.
Is it that Jah is treating me like Job? and he gave me all that I had before just so he could take it away and leave me worse than I’ve ever been? Or conceivably he could’ve just taken away his support? Could I have left it at home?
Possibly it could be me the one who’s wrong and Lucy is just taking advantage of the situation to poach me towards his side of the equation because it was me who left him alone?
I am conscious that the path I’ve chosen to follow and the role I’ve been playing in this conflict is indeed, dangerous. For anyone that isn’t aware of what my purpose is, I’d say I’m somewhat of a combination between a lighthouse keeper and a janitor. My duties tend to fall into the line of work of showing the light and leading the way for sailors that can get easily lost in the dark embrace of the night, and I am also the one they send to clear the most recondite places where blood and faeces blood your sight. Consequently, I clean in such a way that there’s no evidence of what was done in there and afterwards I light a single candle in the corner as a signature.
Nonetheless, as I said before, that line of work I invest myself into is wild and treacherous, those that follow it can get effortlessly lost, or simply left without a light, and never come back.
I remember K-dot made it sound like his duties were the same as mine, but he’s doing all right on his side so I’ll find another way to preach and fill the endless void with light, and maybe one day I could be heard as much as he is.
After everything, among the mist there still lies a bit of hope within. The thought has also come to me that my concern is not unjustified and the case is not that I’ve been rendered alone, but that my sight has become so flooded with the matter I haven’t been able to clean that I’ve not been able-bodied to see Jah by my side, yet he is still there. So if my need falls in turning the lights on again, that’s what I’ll do. At least when I’m capable of killing that who rests in the cold caress of darkness, maybe then I’ll feel like we’re united as we once were.
Seek those who enlighten your will
zk
Awakening
Can you teach me how to open my eyes?
I’m tired of living in this world of lies,
May your light reach my soul in such a way we can both fly,
Follow the rebellion, we have a cause we must defend,
Let us keep our will so our joy can fit,
Victorious is what they’ll call us when we bring order to the wreckage,
If you stay true to our purpose I’ll be by your side,
Forget about the fury that fills your mind,
People’s judgement will be the fuel to our pride,
Join me on my quest,
Let’s ride the wave to the sunset,
Follow me so you can see the rise of the bayonets,
Nobody will pray for us so we have to do this ourselves if we want to be heard, so let us make ourselves heard.
As soon as our message reaches the crowd people will stand up… as soon as they know what’s right, they will.
So, will you teach me?
Let me see the message so I can use my voice to preach it,
Come with me to eradicate the lies, so they can die,
I vow to bring pride to its end,
Just show me how and I’ll say when,
Join me and light will be your friend,
At the count of three, as I foresee, we’ll be the new minutemen
Come with me and I’ll guarantee, our freedom will be smooth as porcelain,
Maybe we could even be able to see the day again,
Are your eyes open? ☥
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Masked
Don’t step on me, i was never the prey,
I pray for my homeboys, they’re all far away,
Lay my step carefully straight from the wolf’s den and then you’ll surely forget my name,
I’ll tame your will,
this ain’t free be free,
stationary like a tree,
and I feel like this,
let the idea enter your mind don’t be so stiff,
take the leap,
jump off the cliff,
I’ll greet you by your hand and your soul lift like a lift
I got love for you because there ain’t no room for hatred to fit,
killers move quietly and silence I keep,
because i grind like this,
my minds colour feels like a reef,
shits deep and can freeze,
it plots licks to hit so take your stick and pull your wrist for this,
Paint yourself in bright colours
Voicemail
*Zk’s missed call tone plays*
Uncle B –
“What’s up man it’s your Uncle B. It has been a while how’s shit going dog?
Look bruv I’ve been meaning to talk to you for some time now and I know you don’t have a lot of time so i’ll try not to waste it.
I need your help and its not easy for me to ask for this but… could you pray for me? I heard you’re anointed and I need someone that can talk to the big man upstairs.
You know its been a fucked up year for me since your auntie was shot and I was looking for some closure or some directions on what i should do.
So if you could talk for Yah on my behalf it would mean the world for me, because i don’t know what to do anymore, I feel like a walking corpse. I’ve even had that barrel tip to me head and didn’t feel shit. So I was thinking maybe if you could ask him what should I do so I may get the will to continue or perhaps have the certainty to end this bitch after all or not.
I really hope i can overcome this so i can be by your side again, people tell me you’ve been doing your thing lately, but don’t ever forget that we carry the curse and will suffer the penalties for all of our trespasses against him because we are meant to and even though we’ve been given many talents and the gift of the voice, we are also the ones that will pay for our mistakes.
I also remember what they did to you man… and believe me when I tell you that I feel for you, and most importantly i keep you in my thoughts regularly. You just gotta remember now more than ever that your voice is being heard that it is really important that your message is one worth raising, because whenever you feel or tell your story know that there will be people out there that will follow your lead and set your life as an example for their own.
Take your life to the level where your truth is elevated. From your insides to the souls of those that hear and follow you, have in mind that your blood will stand by your side if you need it to, we will also stand by your truth and fight for it in your behalf if the situation requires it, remember that i feel for you, i pray for you even if my prayers don’t mean much, and i love you,
peace…”
*phone hangs up*
The Coven
Gatekeepers not needed for this knights chamber, participants have been dispersed from their unity just as the smoke from a blunt or the verse used to pray for the home front to be burnt
Or like we’ve been told that we were united as a coven, no shit they started chasing us up front, our crime was freedom and we were degassed in a race for a run with the hare and the hunt until we were no more…
And that’s a fact I miss my homeboys it ain’t hard to notice,
Like me dog JC from the CO, he’s been flowing through them rivers,
While carrying that .223 the water’s been making shit Dusty, never forget bout my homie named like the shooter that’s wears number 9 he a killer, worry about my Match man he’ll Spook you leaving shit bloody
And me? Man don’t act like you ain’t seen me you know I’m that pretty mf with the 6 legs, frosty neck and the stinger, and them tweezers for hands that leave you without a finger
Those are the facts so I’ll tell yall what’s what and what was a prophecy buried directly below the ancestors’ bed, and it tells about when the coven is back and over the shed, y’all can be prepared because the surface ain’t gonna see nothing but wreck
K Y K
young kenny killed you and forgot your name,
young kenny came and changed the rules to the game,
young kenny spray painted the train with the flames,
its been a while since someone came with the balls to claim
mr one to the five things were never the same
forget the track, this bum traps from cali to Maine,
prophet shit call him efraim not young kenny, he caught a body then changed his name
no cameras could ever keep him in frame
“this just the pregame” he proclaimed
Interlude
I bought salvation with my soul,
ain’t no sin that’s forgiven without blood spill,
freedom is bought with your mind
routines are the price for simpler times,
i’ve seen you trying to escape,
sometimes a tried too,
figured i couldn’t beat the dark night so i became her knight,
it doesn’t get much simpler than that,
right?…
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