@blaisesonny
Ergo
I feel the pressures of old, the same stressors I know
A disciple of No, allaleajah to go
Can we just drop shop and live among the demons
Do we rip that chain and bleed until ya listen
I’m alive young fella, I’ma survive young fella
Tell me your name, lead me to play
Leave me lost in the middle to be among my people
I’ma ride on it, I’ma just vibe on it
I’ma let the light burn low and dance until the feeling
Of that kid with that drive I dare to dream of freedom
See I got to believe that one day I will wake up from a dream
And the shell of a mask of fear I lose
That came from a few years of tightening the noose
Will lay underneath the ground
in bones of strife and seeds of sound
Of dreams that keep growing in laughter so loud
Still I lean on that gas let the irony drown and say
I couldn’t tell you the last time I spoke to myself
The last time that I seen these eyes
The last time that I held my head up high and
I couldn’t tell you the last time we held one another
The last time we broke bread with each other
The last time we were sisters and brothers
We’re a people of all different colors
The same kinda mother, to love one another is to say
Ain’t no pain without progress, you see
What a dreamer could be, what the children could lead
And i say
Ain’t no pain without answers
What a dreamer could be is a child
Still I’m fucking with myself, guess I'd have a few words for myself wouldn't I
Ok you dumb motherfucka, you listen now to your mother
As you pull out ya driveways, eyes blazed
I know the truth, I know that shit you been pushing
Ain’t half as bad as the lies or the hurt on the
Needle you know dam well these lines
Hol up a minute, what is the limit, when did you choose
To be part of a prism that trembles and falls while it turns
From the I to the me not the us yet we survive
So now you say that your heart been gone back East
since November you can’t quite figure it out
what’s the matter whatcha broke ass can’t handle
a few spring showers
ten dozen flowers, dead and broke in an hour
if the roots don’t hold then the color won’t matter
If the sky rains pain from a semi-automatic
Will we grow with their spirits and fuck off these demons
No god fearing heathen, no Rasputin bleeding
son a Sam type shit on an Uncle caught kneeling
To a People caught sleeping Oh did I miss the meeting
Ya fuckin right so maybe now you oughta make a decision
If livin’s for you, if your driven to choose
If you’ll listen to truth, gramma said you
Had your mothers laugh your daddy’s smile
Your brothers eyes your cousins cries now tangled in the thorn of lies a dreamer to the dawn of days
We shelter those who brave the way