Blu & Exile
Seasons
Can we transform? Revelations born from the madnessAshes to ashes, no more classicsRap has become, so pornographicWhen life has become something never imaginedPassions pass, new feelings emergeEmotions, flying in the sky with the birdsWhere’s hope when we need it?Quotes they compete get us higher than that dope that we chiefWhere’s focus when functions retreat to the soul?It’s a black hole moguls, following themRole models in bottles of belief keep swallowingDrowning in the shallow end deepTold we can climb ounces of beliefWhere’s peace when you need it?Visions of the meek in the jungle and humbleAs the sheep make you wonder why you speak when you’re spoken toFeel something holding you back, you want to throw the truthThe lies fly, it’s like time used to wonder what makes the wise wiseHad to visualize in surprisesNothing that them eyes have ever seenHold up, is this a dream?Some blacked out after the last bout I hatched out all of my issues and put a mag outCrashed through the glass house, some took the back routeI had to travel lightspeed to dodge that black cloud Raining on my paradeSun shining but it ain’t enough shade to hide,The game blind I playedLetras de cancionesSilly games and too many charadesMaskless in this masqueradeCame conquered never sawRaising hell hoping heaven fallsTook the “L” but I never lostStepping off the axisBalancing the galaxyRealizing facts are hidden behind realityCasually I dress while addressing her majestyFlirting passably to other palaces surrounding meOnce crowned king humble down to the queenGave my kingdom upBecame a mortal man walking Earth seeking loveWoe is me, I still believeOpenly speaking it deviant in this woolen form of poetryTook leadership brain cells just too close to seeObedient never winning hope it’s known to be meGot free now they rope in your dreamsWith a gold chain, pimp striped suit and a code nameSweater under leather trying to tell her it’s a cold gameAnd I don’t mean it won’t changeSEASONS
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