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