Tarnished

[Verse 1 (Muffled)]

Adapt to daylight that breaks over roofs on horizon

Split chest to concrete to clear sinus

Letters curve like true writers

Respect due to Phase 2

Bombs grew from angst of knuckled fighters

The ones who fell in urban combat

The ones who never cared to adapt

The ones in life who always felt trapped

The ones who made a real impact

The ones who molded exactly where these thought sat

Verses amplified acoustically through wires

Makes perfect sense in mind with liquored virus

It all makes sense when mind's on liquored virus

Traveled under soil with Osiris

Birth and death of modern world on the Tigris

Why fight this?

Okt, nigga, why you even mic this?

Most the rest of world don't even like us

Ink flow from pen to raw papyrus

Twelve straight hours doing work ain't even tired

Tried and hung from sycamore

Cause I attempt to play Picasso for the poor

No one wants to hear this lion's roar

No one wants to hear a lion's roar

Attempts on life are insured

With truths I spit on tours

Bourgie motherfuckers expect us on all fours

Use brute force when I need to underscore

The perfect paragraph always hit block raw

Hits, blocks, raw

[Chorus]

Endure the everyday, remain tarnished

Truth is all tarnished

Corner stoops is all tarnished

Even when it's strength we try to harness

My mental stay tarnished

The way we act on streets is all tarnished

Even when we meek we still tarnished

All the words we speak is mad tarnished

The core of man tarnished

[Verse 2 (Muffled)]

They say at best we tamed savage

This train of thought kept collective souls all ravished

Raised a weary fist to catch my breath above the gutter

Gave away our hope and dignity as not to smother

We still suffer!

Tragedy at times results in stutter

Stability off-kilter

Resist within oppression

The struggle is our weapon

Perhaps this is the blessing

Existence as the lesson

Ink flow from pen to raw papyrus

Twelve straight hours doing work ain't even tired

Tried and hung from sycamore

Cause I attempt to play Picasso for the poor

No one wants to hear this lion's roar

No one wants to hear a lion's roar

Attempts on life are insured

With truths I spit on tours

Bourgie muthafukas expect us on all fours

No need to mention where we is or where we at

Instead I reminisce on all my peoples that we lost, black

The ones who molded exactly where these thought sat

The ones who taught me how to act

The ones who fell in urban combat

The ones who never cared to adapt

The ones in life who always felt trapped

The ones who made a real impact

The ones who had the qualities your average man lacks

Commit their memories to wax

In fact, commit their very tarnished essence to the core of this track

[Chorus]

Endure the everyday, remain tarnished

Truth is all tarnished

Corner stoops is all tarnished

Even when it's strength we try to harness

My mental stay tarnished

The way we act on streets is all tarnished

Even when we meek we still tarnished

All the words we speak is mad tarnished

The core of man tarnished

Endure the everyday, remain tarnished

Truth is all tarnished

Corner stoops is all tarnished

Even when it's strength we try to harness

My mental stay tarnished

The way we act on streets is all tarnished

Even when we meek we still tarnished

All the words we speak is mad tarnished

The core of man tarnished