We Are

[Verse 1: Sharlok Poems] Pen to hand, ink to paper, think greater Penman creator, soul saver, embracer Love ya not hate ya, smile now cry later Walk the earth in strength Passing it's about being passionate My joy express it, my learned lesson In confession you find peace The soul weeps, the mind soundly sleeps I rhyme to beats that create clear vision My timeline's in the vine, my life is written There's no more forgetting where I came from Dirt of the earth, I'm a walking lump sum I for one speak volume at the word freedom Oh you playing death? Watch me close my lips, read 'em Off beat 'em, my soul high beam, I make you squint Punch a dent in your think tank, call me a wimp I'm from the Symph, wish the earth, peace and growth Swear by the Bible not just cause I'm under oath [Hook: Sharlok Poems & Propaganda] We are two of a kind, born to rhyme We speak in stone throw [?] ripple in time Looking inside to find a sunrise Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine [Verse 2: Propaganda] The return of the mic burner Life, a page turner Story told in old-school rhetoric Young, you better get a grip on them words So that tongue will never slip Keep mine in line and time will form fit And change your aggression, an anti-depression Rip mic session Lessons learned, Props earned crews the term losers Fooled ya from birth bruisers Stand wide in the background Y'all wondering how the ground shook, now look Seven records deep in the plan, it's Propagan' Son of God and Son of Man, falling off the beat never Challenge me, I'm way too profound to stay underground And since I'm unheard, half-baked word I'm designed for the nations to embrace what I'm saying Tunnel Rats, we ain't playin', we breakin' and deejayin' And splittin' the wax spittin', freestyle or written [Hook: Sharlok Poems & Propaganda] We are two of a kind, born to rhyme We speak in stone throw [?] ripple in time Looking inside to find a sunrise Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine [Verse 3: Propaganda] I be like feel me everybody who be hearing my voice We remain y'alls choice everybody rejoice He's amazing outside the paint, raining mind-draining Pain come in waves, I'm working to maintain it If you understood, you'd regret if you ignore And open mind flow spilling rhyme on the floor The illest orator, consistent with the metaphors I'm better for all the junk I endure Came through that corridor and the vibe is a must But I write too much thus I bust in surplus Sometimes overanxious, okay I'll admit it Be thinking at a high beat per minute And it's forcing them to open more doors than Jim Morrison And tap into a place that seems foreign to them I'm never boring to them, be the illest illustrator To ever have the guts to uprock on the equator [Hook: Sharlok Poems & Propaganda] We are two of a kind, born to rhyme We speak in stone throw [?] ripple in time Looking inside to find a sunrise Unite, one fight to walk on sunshine