Hell

[Verse 1: MC dälek] Carrying carcass, I cross threshold The masses moan knowing that could quite possibly be their person Thirsting for final ounce of life To lie fetal once again it seems so natural Actual sight clear, his mind's eye blurred a beautiful hazed kaleidoscope smile The locust lie dormant too Within their own hazy web Waiting to feed upon your first born Torn between breath and death Parched mouth to black-nippled breast To fill this chest with precious life once again So blessed to breath in time of our demise Oh to stroll in amongst the riots Wondering which politician shall play the role of Pontius Pilate I from those who would spill your life's blood to appease the sun Wandered streets long before you ever acquired speech from first tongue [Verse 2: MC dälek] From slums radiate a marinade of obtuse thought The brightness of the stage reminds me how heavy looms our shadows As before in hallways narrowed by stature of so-called similar men Wielding death in palms As I chronicle theirs The tattered thoughts with ink soaked pens You will remember them as they remember friends Fall into very same cycle This cyclical hell holds our children hostage Ironic, the shiny-primetime role models follow paths of ignorance even with acquired riches Because wisdom never entered this picture The mixture of wealth and wisdom was one feared in sun-soaked hands Keep your mule and lands What's been diagramed in plans is much more grand [Verse 3: MC dälek] So now I sit at cliff's edge, feet dangling Managing to mutter broken paragraphs paraphrased incorrectly Recite my last rites endlessly, sipping Hennessey Revert to seconds past Contrast to that life you sought I content to crawl mongst the shadows of tagged walls Broken pen please be my voice Let them read few frequencies this mind housed Between those syllables I mouth lies a labyrinth of truth Child's eye glued to cathode-ray tube I choose to laugh a shrill laugh for the thrill of discontent Allow me to vent all you may have whispered I paint a morbidly vivid picture, remaining none the richer Sinister plots have forever been coiled among us Breath deep from this tainted air that numbs us