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Fire, water, earth, and wind released up in the mic
Four elementals swirling into your psych-e
Mental grip tightening
No one in sight there
Be an empty psycho-logical
Flows wreathed out methodical
Enter the youth via the mind of God
Escape the contortion of their minds from that lightning rod
Of your striking lies, speaking truths that’s unverified
Just a loser talking, can’t comprehend this idiot
Now we connect by more than mere silhouette
And everything I said
It’s a stick-up, raise ya hands above ya head
And there you’ll find the message you should comprehend
Chorus
Let’s go back to the world
Come children save thy world
Though we all do wrong lovely
Trust, God loves ugly
(3x)
I just lay low, pretend that part of the idiot
Cus when I try to be me, y’all ain’t getting it
Think John Brown, fightin fo da cause wit no soldiers
One desolate man, but I’m tryin to do the right way
Like God wouldn’t give up that spot
So I sit he’ on the right o’ him poutin
You shoutin, im wilin
Lil’ babies cling
On to the shouldas of they mothas
Whats to come of the youth, when theres no identity in any form
Proof? Whats wrong with the wrong thing
I need some clarifying, the earth’s dust just piles away
What does it matter what humans do on this earth, we’ll all probably be dead a million years from today
All days o’ da earth add to a mere nanosecond in the existence of the universe
God’s head severed by his own children, what is worse
Chorus
It does matter, it does matter
Present the future an’ build the latter
Stop trying to solve, but put thy mind into God’s so all man shall have aberrational thoughts that coincide into unity
Yo, yo, yo
No fake flauntin, no arrogant self-glorification
Psychological quite numb, need a vacation
What will God say, you in a trepidation
Fuck flossin, braggin bout cars an’ bitches
I want an elegant queen whom respects the riches
O’ heaven, an’ all kingdom o’ God’s children
Forget the materialistic feces
Spit on the species
An fucken waste o’ potential, we all got potential
But some of us is useless fo da mere fact we don’t use it
Look into God’s eyes, why should I try
Why shoot for the stars, I like ‘em in the sky
when your stick’s so deep there’s blood in your eyes
still you point at others flaws, that I despise
Why work like a slave, its only bought us racism
Issues far critical, dealt like caricature
Why pray, I know he reads my thoughts
Don’t misconstrue
Please read me right
Please read me right
Please read me right
Don’t misconstrue me
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
