Hemlock Ernst & Kenny Segal

Bless The Fire
A'ight, let's keep it real Bless the fire waiting in my old forgotten temple I’ve been dining, being simple But I’m tired of being civil Sounding official They lacerate the paper planes I’ve built my myself Force-fed the dying bridge i’ve felt That’s burning in these merging cells Not to be blunt, but barely burned the blunt before they cared Can’t believe this doctor could repair the rip and tear Rips oh care, trips aware And my childhood was there Seems hard to believe A man so cumbersome could make-believe Take this reed that I’m writing on and face the mirror while the mic is on Don’t stutter, what a wonder Now face yourself and feel your selves begin to tear Tears, following your cares Unaware, turn sideways and walk downstairs Over there Seems easy embarking on card-sharking and Carter throngs Borrowing half-knowledge from barbazons Cat mewing for mother’s udders Other’s mutter fuming, how is he doing? Letras de cancionesWhat is he doing? Insinuating, my patience — endurance, have no relation I’ve played with half-crazies and whole-amazings In dime-stores and basements Lunch counters and living rooms, complacent Drunk, dining and dying Giving living to trying I was born spitting and died flying And you don’t think I know what I’m doing? I know what doing, I’m doing what I’m doing — knowing i’m moving Headlong into dark space Liberating the headstrong and the harsh-faced The isolated teen who’s grown in a stark place I’ve dug through the ruins myself Of coke addiction and truance i’ve felt But me proving myself is as embarrassing as me getting caught screwing myself I’m not proving myself — I’m just doing myself You just don’t know me And it doesn’t really matter Intimations on stone platters Turn stilted and clatter despite purpose and passion Turn merciless matter To curious rattles, in hallways Their patterns recite like always Be the best kid and don’t play Back to the future walk Back to your car — in a bed of stars Dream in the fever, you are Leap like the lemur, you are Everything’s out the window Everything’s on it’s head — it’s seeming — It’s said Is not as been said You’re dreaming — as it’s been seen Now seen on a screen, still unbelieving of being By being tested by attested gleaning Freeze-framing — restraining Click-baiting haranguing Anger hanging my tissues Son striving, my misuse Tongue tying, just disguising my issues Undying, my love of the muse, laying Laying against you My relationship with melody? Playing against you Playing against you From Letras Mania