Blind Bard's Vision

[Hook x2] Why is the story told? What is the teller's mission? What is the ultimate source of our deepest intuition? Why does the audience come and why did they listen? The blind bard's vision (Verse) The sweetest siren call, that spans time and distance The poet speaks the building blocks of our existence Who said it's master masons that build the base of nations Without the word there's nothing else, you can't replace it When all the towers fall, and all the powerful Kings crush into dust, things left there to rust It's the word, the word, the word carries on And our thirst give birth to the search that we on Seeking solace with myths that promise If we just give our attention it will astonish it A bit of politics, splash of the supernatural Stitched together by syllables, weave a tapestry That's broad enough to span minds and generations Still it cannot be touched by much but contemplation You want to make a statement? Better you write a verse Want to create a nation? Better recite it first Preferably epic with no pen, let the mind collect it Practise it hundreds of times until it's time Perfected by the time they write it down They'll doubt that you're real 'Cause we're great at questioning other people's skill Yet we seek it still, the Mahabharata Virgil, Milton, Lucretius, the epic of Sundjata Gilgamesh Committed coffin text, yeah It's the blind bard we know best Is it 'cause your word was twinned to empires' wings? Or that we touched something deep within? 'Cause when you boil it down beyond mythology and God You find something That is just so human, do you not? A son in search of a father that he has lost A father trying to get back to his family at any cost A woman that's besieged by men with bad intentions And she does not want to be with them, but they won't accept it 'Cause there's men and gods, the pen and its gob There's a mind and a mouth that spout where you dare not The poet sings and speaks from streets to ancient Greece Defeat, then is what you meet if competing is what you seek Whether the beat or lyre strings We are leviathans that speak sagas of this great species of hirelings Posing like we're highest kings To get as high as wings of God but we do not Do nothing but try a thing The poet sees how the falcons sees a view from the balcony No doubting he Pages are a alchemy And the magician is politician and prophet Premonition we got it Television and pocket couple queens That will keep us going flowing Yeah, we eat from poems If the teacher don't speak, how could we keep on knowing? What these questions to these answers are Curses and our blessings Confessions are just how deaf we are And obsessed with death, despite all our best attempts The Odyssean Underworld is the best we're left The same one from the book of the dead Who the myths, millennia hasn't put them to bed Philosophy is not the laws of motion, logic can't explain emotion So it makes sense, we come up with some other type of notion A myth is not a lie, it's a disguise from the truth So the wise can recite to the youth If the lines in our rhymes are to find any use It's the tries of our mind to decipher the clues Give my mind this thing called living Season the riddims, turn of the earth to announce the beginning Look how we bounce on the riddim Man could rap about all of the family Whole of your humanity, whole of the galaxy You want to talk about cars, that's fine Yes, you could say it is a chariot Carried on the wings of the night, even Zeus don't attack the skies Where the truth in the chapter lies I don't know, it's just a fact of life The search of the journey, permanent purgatory Driven a Finca from Inca to Germany So what you gonna do? You gonna search? Or gonna stand on the side and rehearse? There's finding the time since your birth is so insignificant There's barely any worth Yeah, the heroes, faces are thousands If you listen you will hear what they're shouting They ain't telling you to listen to the doubting They're trying to get us ready for the outing But you would swear poets are mortal [Bridge] But we're not the same I assure you 'Cause we make words and portals 26 letters and we will teleport you We're not the same, I assure you 26 letters and we will teleport you [Hook x2] Why is the story told? What is the teller's mission? What is the ultimate source of our deepest intuition? Why does the audience come and why did they listen? The blind bard's vision [Outro] The blind bard's vision The blind bard's vision The blind bard's vision Blind bard's vision...