Sidewalks

Joshua Thompson:

This here- Joshua - heavenly but heavy weighted

The second I made my fall from grace, my soul deactivated

And there awaiting- A man with halos and some wings for

trading-

But on his right- was the blood of a mockingbird

which was slayed and-

Probably auctioned - off to a market- then mistaken-

for being the second coming of

Jesus- oh we’re awaken ?!

Who else been claiming- the likes of yeshua- our spirit tainted

How could I level pass genesis -- when I’m stuck on sega

Due to the age of- technical dominance

i inquiry my presence when I had noticed it’s

lack of prominence

Fuck broken promises- It's just unfulfilled-

Do it for every young nigga, spic, or cracker, who needs a uncle phill

Fuck a deal

My signature is worth a 100 zeal

My current quest---- is to find my sound and it’s worth

And to make my mark on this earth-

And to cease a old family curse

And Just hopefully i rebirth

As the nigga who did it first-

But that’s a lie-

But which truth you looking to buy?

How could I manage two of these evils- when they collide

I tried- bidding the people some of my hope - but then my mind -

Had other options- my essence fancy blindfolds-

So then it said-----

It’s either Aesop-- or asap-- hares--, bears, and - faux fur

My footsteps- don’t tread that

Forfeit -ya vanity or-

take on the role of a martyr

and harbor the burdens drenched in some holy water

Where’s my father!

 

117 Energy:

I'm gonna begin to write this down one thought at a time

Whatever comes from my heart will find a way to speak out in my mind

Every time I'm sitting down it's like I'm surrounded by my problems

I sit and think everyday

But even when I'm alone there seems to be no silence

I look around the thousands of different houses besides where I'm residing

And every time I look around it just amounts upon my conscience

And everybody's just belonging and I'm not one of 'em, life's just nonsense

And I'm in constant dispute

'Cos for everybody, life's a party

I'm just the farthest in line of a long line of fools

Drugs, thugs, and gun runners, each one I could choose

Drunk love, blood, guts, and all of the juice

This is what life means to me, 'cos all of my problems are truth

It's like when Cain struck Abel with the rock to his dome

And God chose it's all over, you're cursed to stay alive in this world

So then Cain influenced the globe; we all adopted his flow

And now everyone's a killer, nothing changed since the stone

This is what life means to me, but what does God mean to you?

The killer lets loose with the shots, at least one'll get through

When the bullet splits, hits your brain with lead in its tip

Your body hits the sidewalk with orange lighting your frame in the mist

In the midst of death, and everything just fades

Whilst you fight to remain in the grip

Of life, but you ascend

You were never meant to stay in this bitch

So you slowly slip into giving in, your Soul slowly floats away in your breath

There was no time for self-reflecting

The moment he cocked the nine, he sent it

Everything ended when it struck the mind, the instant

But oh well, life was a never-ending spectrum

Of good vibes being prevented by guns, knives

They all liked retention they mentioned

So next time

You find yourself in the lens of their weapon

Just make sure you're never forgetting:

That life was made for killers, and we're just living it with 'em