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http://rapbattles.com/forum/showthre...tbreak-Warfare
I'm not really a text dude tbh but i figured I'd post the lyrics to a track I made a few months back so people can see where my pengame's actually at instead of the little keystyles I'm more likely to post regularly. I'll probably have the link to my tracks in my sig so if people are interested after reading and struggle with the flow (i'm British so my accent's weird for some) then head over there to check it out I guess.
you know when I was young, I never contemplated Jesus
i'd smoke a joint at break and sit there mocking all my teachers
a weakness, my uniqueness simply brought me to distraction
i was clever, dressed in leather, never thought about my actions
I was cold, I didn't give a shit, a kid who lived fa hittin spliffs
resisted ever thinking that a kingdom was as big as his
or hers, I'm not sure yet, don't know all of the secrets
so i read the dreams of older blokes who wrote a holy thesis
now I'm seeking the divine, in lines of any ancient text
to find elation at the beating of the faith within my chest
i'm steady searching for a sign but nuttin' whistles in the wind
is that a whisper of a king behind the verses in my mind?
and is that figure sickened with the lack of mercy of the times?
or are we dust within the storm just born of earthly cess and grime?
do we owe our very being to the very beings in my many dreams?
is there life behind the screens we'll never see in any memes?
I wake up, wipe the tiredness from my eyelids, as I yawn
I see a new universe manifesting in the rising of the dawn
inside the violence of the storms, a silent island's crust is formed
the mountains rising from the sea to find a vibrant brush is spawned
across the land-scape, and the man-apes point their fingers to the sky
with smiles surprised to find the fiery light that's singing all their eyes
so are we tyrants by design, or simply victims of our crimes?
is God legit, or is there simply something missin from our lives?
is the shit within the scriptures simply fiction? is there wisdom?
is the notion of a soul a twisted glitching of the system?
is our focus on the gold an illness, sickness or condition?
are we crazy in our nature? did we flip our lids in "isms?"
was it prisms, schisms, rhythms, trips or visions of religion
that delivered me the gift of spittin lyrics with precision?
does a spirit slip within my little tricks of witty wisdom?
or am i sick because i learn the words and spit'm with conviction?
so now I'm older, I might take a peek at Jesus
to see if i'm reflected in the depth beneath his features
i need this, but i'm open to suggestions to believe in
even dreamers need to feel'n see the realness through the textbooks and the
schemin, i'm still reeling from deceptions of the demons
they broke me, now i'm hopin for an exodus to Eden
but mostly i'm just moping through the texts of blokes with reason
to find a life of pride that hides inside my empathy and feelings
should I try'n fight my spite in-spite of everything I've seen?
and should a guy inclined to try, be pious, restful and serene?
or is it all about the thoughts'n doubts? be spiritual or devout?
are we prayin every day or is he sick of dudes just callin out?
i like to think that we're just many players on a stage, and
every, hatred, pain and disarray's just fake for entertainment
i'll make a play of every day and aim for greatness and elation
when it comes to me and God I'd say "we came to an arrangement"
https://soundcloud.com/mancsinatra/as-the-raven-flies