7 windows to the world
7 deadly sins as I search for seventh heaven with severed wings
Slipping into darkness
My chances of survival seem slim
Suicidal mission as of fallen king
Where should I begin?
Within, hard felt expressions
Confessions for the soul as I measure my transgressions,
Channeling my aggression
Petting my way into my own innervisions(?
) And efforts to escape this great depression
Deprived but they say the strong shall survive
So I ride into the night
Ride until my fingers bleed
Still searching for the light
Surfacing for air, but who really cares
Who listen to my plights
I'm just a man roaming with the mic in my hand
Misunderstood, but can they overstand(?)?
It's nearly over I carried away the world on my shoulders
My heart is clean but I must hide these bloody hands.
My heart is clean but I must hide these
Yeah yeah
One two
6 millions ways to die, one road to life,
How many really question, why?
How many live their lives?
When all is said and done, how many will survive?
Singing we shall overcome, must be done
Mass confusions disillusion, it's time to free your minds
Emancipate my mental state and then relate my fights
Creating poetic compositions, I'm addicted to my afflictions
My way is ancient in this futuristic times
Rising with the sun I rhyme until my days are done.
Make my daily bread this daily verse
Is leave the bastard time
I'm a master of my art
I wisdom knowledge is the start in my escape from prison
I relate my visions
No surrender no retreat there's no option of submission.
Kill or be killed is the nature of my mission
Listen to the world blame
The meaning is hidden
I attack their subconscious by a means of (attrition) magician
Relentless attacks an invasion
Misplaced creation for prey feeding on false information
Behold the pale horse, revelations
For I and I reveal what is real
I'm here for the duration
Dressed for the occasion
AK Strap, my head is wrapped
Chanting Babylon must fall
Our word is for distant generation
Generating innovating thoughts
Persistent no pause a resistance oblivement for the nation
Delivering dialect, distinct and direct
My instinct tells me time is short
No hesitations I stand by my statement
Blatant and defying no fear of dying
I'm already dead to the system no more lying
I'm all for without making explanations
I seek that acceptance but redemption
If you want to translate my intentions