Can 8 Gods Hear 13 Ants?
• Written by ForeverLucid
someone once said, you have one chance
well now it's my time, to show who I am
do my dance, with crystal clear vision
as the butterfly i am, escaping my prison
the master i saw, because I was a fan
his sunlight shone, and i waited for a tan
analysing the craft, then seeing you in me
that's how it works, processed organicly
to find who you are, where its got belief
a beautiful gift rare, devotion's pain relief
wanting to be fast, clever and witty too
but deeply I'm relaxed, need time to do
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i stutter and mumble, and i'm slow to breathe
flaws become swords, when you actually believe
i stutter and mumble, and i'm slow to breathe
flaws become swords, when you actually believe
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learnt from being caged, sectioned like a slave
want to progress, and know the new stage
going from a little flea, with a lion like roar
now being able to roar, a flea like chord
finally confident, and honed my ways
growning to now, inspire and amaze
so this is my day, to say as king to king
we share some jewels, a special sorta thing
you know who you are, just listen how i sing
read the words and hear, the flap of the wing
fuck me if you replied, that would feel sick
cos i code this stuff, hoping you see the trick
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without you, i'd be hiding under covers
so massive respect, between royal brothers
without you i'd be hiding under covers
so massive respect, between royal brothers
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some success i've had, got a taste of fame
was a humble quiet one, focused on one aim
just loved doing my thing, and living a dream
but been victim to this, just grown and seen
hoping one day, for the cash piled tall
for my family and friends, you know that's all
use art to serve, the karmic fuel i crave
corruption i ignore, i see stuff to save
living life simple, create joy in the dark
got to push it hard, leave a unique mark
you done it clean, never got decoded
true to your art, even though your loaded
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artists are soldiers, with a certain duty
my job is to unmask, the hidden beauty
artists are soldiers, with a certain duty
my job is to unmask, the hidden beauty
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so just call me mr 8, I'll call you 5
i'll mention 13, take a look inside
they all called me crazy, insane too
i trusted myself, sat down stayed true
you stood up, that was your way
i was a thin kid, devoured by pain
so you run fast, i'm a slow one
no race here, no right or wrong
I won't name you, gonna see if it's heard
shy boys united, with gifts in words
leading proud, you spoke of every sin
battled in a ground, a champion born to win
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feeling you resonate, ticking like a heart beat
we are there for those, weak on the street
feeling you resonate, ticking like a heart beat
we are there for those, weak on the street
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there is no artist, i admire more
bossing so much area, skills i adore
masters meeting, showing me to you
you did your thing, devoting time to truth
time will remind, the eternal prize
like da vinci, newton, and albert einstein
can 8 gods, hear 13 ants?
can a butterfly, sting?
can bee's be free, from a suicidal thing?
can I fight this corner, with my mind?
can I prove everything, i've preached in pride?
can we some how, breach the other side?
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About the Artist
ForeverLucid
Member since November 12 2014