MEEEEE

I feel the wind, I see your love

I bend the air, I have the need to hover

In a hover craft built by your brother

The solid state of a feather meets the liquid state of my mind

Drowning in frequencies, doubting the time

Wondering when i'm gonna blow up

If i'm gonna blow up,

If I end the talaban will I be any more of a man

Will I soar over the US like an eagle

ANd catch the forefathers in the wind of the people

I'm praying for the hearts of men

The darts they throw, The parts they mend

The women they use, The children they avenge

You sick minority, your sick priority

They stick to the mind of the superiority,

Killing the brain cells that feed the science behind care

 

The movement is over and y'all don't even care

You sit back and stare,

waiting for the bass to hit and the the snare

For the kin to come and then to dare

For the fool to trip so you can laugh

For the school to take care of your creations

your special relations,

Your special relationships define you, you a fool

A blind two headed mine tool,

A stupid and blank mind too

Smoking ranc, and cigariillos

Showing up to work with pillows

You sleeping on me

im a fine wine, your cheese is on me

I'm a verb your noun is all I need

And your voice is all I need

 

Your eyes are all I see as I try to look to the depths of your soul

Your personality is gold, the worries in your mind are foretold

By every movement you make

Taking over the pain, raking over the fame

Sliding over the hills of injustice

Your heart, it adjust to your mind

Never let your heart lead the way

Sometimes you wonder if i'm here to stay

Will I be another day?

Will I wake up and slay?

My make up is not of soul

My make up is of gold

My heart so heavy, My diamonds so throwed

My body so jaded, My heart is so cold

Cole world huh,

Its a cold world sun.

 

The court is short, This life ain't ruined

This time ain't over, Your anger is brewing

The liquer in wait, Your ankles moving

They do this everyday, They smoke to the night

They trip on light when its half past midnight

They open up some purple sprite and get lost in their spite

Its your own filthy measures that defines you

Its the same for mine too

Same for my rhymes too

Sometimes my mind is blue,

I'm sad, I'm lifted, i'm treasured, I'm gifted

My past is expensive

My watch is expensive

My check is pensive

My pencil is lead filled

The blind are never filmed

 

And my mind is a dead kill

These people aren't even real

Just a made up version of my conscious

taking the rocket out of my motivation it launches

And lunch is only a few minutes away

Writing all day, Seems till I fall asleep,

Or until I come awake.

This a movement I swear

And everyday I come alive to the stroke of golden sunlight

A stroke of your own suns bright in the eyes of the golden

Used to being molded, I'm folded, Reload The gun and let the chopper spray

Release the clip and save it for another day

But don't let it decay,

This mid sized sedan i'm hot boxing in has bullett wounds

The bullets move, And hit the buildings too

They scrape the pavement through and through

 

An innocent man dies, debating on whether to get a hamburger or some fries

His body rested on the pavement, Lump and outdated

His spirit stays forever on the street

A block away from me

The lamp lights kick on in the dark

The silent padder of feet in the jungle

Watch out for the tigers they'll rumble

Same with the guns, they don't mumble

until until you stumble and fall on the cold cement

You get up and run home to get away

These streets ain't safe no more,

young kids can't play no more

Mommas yelling "get in the house javar"

I'm sure there will be graves tonight

A silent whisper of the saved tonight

Going to heaven in full flight

 

I happen to know the very well being of your home

The scars, and the pain, they ain't nothing but being grown

The battle fields and battle wound pick the up the light and split it in two