This was the track I was recording when I decided to quit hip hop. So, it’s only right that I finished it and dropped it before moving forward. I don’t know if I’ll write like this anymore as I have changed and am much different now, but this is in memory of the person I once strived to be. I ironically finished the track on Jeffery K Fisher’s birthday. lyrics This world is cold blooded it likes the truth but it don’t love it / if you publicized to promote, you’ll find hope but not with no budget / stow puppets, on trees of woe where the crows hovered / above it we’re Tryna float in lifeboats that left our souls flooded/ mold crusted the loads busted so I don’t trust it / plans go up in smoke back firing like an old musket / so rustic if the dust lift It may disappear / This is Van Gogh you’re hearing I guess that’s why it’s missing ears / I miss the years before the days of the internet / before social media let us Wikipedia intellect / we’ve been affected by that Wi Fi with our eyes blind/ to the hive mind directive prime objective truth is side lined/ prime time kept it connected to these trendy fads / gradually warps your sensory an eventually you would envy fags / with heavy lag spiking the thinking on critical views/ morality wasn’t a thing before the king taught us biblical truths. hospitable noose hung artist proof in a visual shift / shit to glitch your mind and switch shoreline with a littoral drift / the pinnacle cliffs that heroes gripped during mystical myths / ain’t shit to the things I’ve climbed got bigger rock between lines in my kicks/ Time that exists is an illusion playing in Adam’s mind/ define Good and Evil played out in people of an imagined line/ now have a divine recollection of the resurrection / and I reckon you come to find were enshrined in the paradigm’s reflection / No question Its loco cause what I know in confidence / is all subject to change if the protons have proto consciousness/ emotional conduits carry anti-social intolerance/ hollow sense worth but blame the church for what we wallow in/ learned it from Solomon got us following through proverbs / as fog blurs the site trust in Christ who came as God’s word / the mirage served as an oasis for prosperous stasis / gracious for sand beds burying head like their ostriches faces / hostage to fake ness with the Botox that they are swapping their traits with / for hate that’s locked in selfie shots that they’re watching their face with / we taste shit an nothing is safe in the faith they strip / a sick place of racist embrace and rapist wit / a bit late we’re shit faced at the wake of morals / commit hate in which state should I wake these mortals / so take the portal and walk cordial on its miserable path / my wrath is visible mask my physical with cynical laugh / political brass is just cast for creating the husk / using our brothers heads as a stepping ledge instead of raising them up / your faker than fucker most your stories are you just making um up/ if vacant behind the eyes, why would I even try waking them up. shaken their butt little slut would get naked for bucks/ lust is in the eye wish I was stable able to staple um shut / cradle my gut naval erupts from the disgust of flavor / savor the vomit, ain’t promised to have something for later/ they made an algorithm further the power of Calvinism / submission in which we cower under the tower of the devour systems/ sparse provision narcissism and the farce of wisdom/ give um silent consent, then violently vent at the harsh conditions. regard the little smidgeons you’ve hidden, like they’re God given / while God lives in the act of giving it back to the starved children / evolved from Milton I swear to Christ you better beware life / from the roles I break ties from the snake eyes in our paradise/ I bear the price of my soul so cold I swear its ice / enticed to lose control digging a hole in this nightmarish life/ Wearing our spite fighting despair trying to dare them heights / ignite in a righteous glare bright as Polaris in the air at night/ Share this sight to invite inspections correction question why deceptions strong /seems like most of us got wrong perception/ we long perfection and make progression suggestions express in a language form sing songs at adorned reflection. thoughts are impressions, lexicons how we think and conceive / believing we make the verdict but interpret what we think we perceive. / Achieving a purpose so we can preach from a perch we can work with / in church’s speak assertive patting our own back for people converted / evil averted and we deterred it from our perfect system / wisdom to be furthered but never heard what was worded to listen / they’ll murder the Christians cause they won’t ever want to work with Wiccan / sickened by what they serve so they conferred holy word that convicts them /in contradiction it’s contrast of confliction / to lift them out of the void can’t measure joy without affliction / won’t take subscription to nonfiction of Newtonian’s / on podiums of pretend like the Lem in the Smithsonian / got odium in my pen, with a stem of raw plutonium / doper than an opium dens I offend then send them sodium / I’m pandemonium’s end defending my style integrity/ turning every shill to dead end piles of inept debris / direct telepathy with no denial of deviltry / should have burnt Beverley hills and killed pedophile celebrities / Weather seas of living to dwell in shells of never free / was never released from hell we rather yell at the Elohim / bellow screams as the fiends’ rebel with all their fellow teens/ extreme carousel of infidels to who they sell those dreams. Hello, seems like death threats with infected breath / suppress correct perspective being subjected to subjective press. How does one explain a pain to a people who don’t feel the same / how do we obtain a changed cerebral if the real is feigned? credits released December 5, 2023 Larro on the production, Coal Cash on lyrics, Ixion on the boards.
