Ascension

[Verse 1]

Strained vocal chords, gutter gospel spit through headphones

Thoughts pause mixed to transmit our fundamentals

Fuck a hard fought struggle, time to dead dem issues

Find hidden gems in given words misuse

Loose tongues serve as noose on these wack ass crews

Redundant views, so now i spit new venom

With innocence of felons commit sins on zeolots

Lost message in this medium

Maintain cohesive rhyme pattern to shatter fragile lies they keep feeding us

Deceived populis, content to keep complacent

I paint a vivid picture while these fraud MC's keep tracing

Rhyme-by-numbers, while my real niggas slumber

Await to re awake, we stay humble and hungered

You misdirect that anger

I channel spirits of ancient Mayan Kings

While you R&B sing

[Verse 2]

Stream of consciousness coincides with clearer concepts

Caught the vibe of genocide from their eyes from onset

Information leaked from organizations like faucets

Led to last of leaders locked down like convicts

Wander aimless amidst this myth of salvation

Frustration exponential when our struggle's made central

Fuck if i offend you, kept my verbals simple

Regurgitated phrase heard through broken rear window

Christians stuck Egyptians for the Ankh as life's symbol

Blind the eye of truth, now reduced to crucifix

Two useless twigs to which our future's now pinned

If these lights seem dim, well i prefer the darkness

Eternal heathen, in your eyes i'm heartless

It's our love of breathing, that keeps my people marching

For all our wealth you stole seems your soul's still starving

[Verse 3]

Pan African as Marcus Garvey

Severed several corroded arteries with 40 paragraphs of the prose of poverty

Ironically society labeled us phsycotic

Wrote a new script in pure sonics

Prepared for warfare wit bare fists and phonics

Harmonics unlock core-text of ancients

What you choose? Freedom or Enslavement?

Lack the patience to persist with peace

When our youth are harassed by police

Seems the fleece pulled on eyes

When will we realize

That we'll never be more than 3/5ths

No matter how many Malcomn's or raised fists

Vengance comes swift but death will come quicker

Why concerned with fingers when it's minds that pull triggers?

This kid with swoll liver still sips on street liquor

The perfect paradox, poised for life's rigors

Wisdom delivered in slurred soliloquies

Seems we lost the true meaning of Griots and MC's

Revolutions don't stop just cause clips are empty!