done.

Duration

5:24

Genres

Alternative Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

We live in an era of poetic depression We are no longer human beings we are humans being done There's no place left for people like me with a green thumb planted seeds yesterday I thought today I could harvest the tree Right now it seems like an easier task parting the sea If only 100,000 militias could step up and help spartacus flee I'd like to apologize to all those emotionally invested didn't know it would all explode before I started to wrestle it Well at least I still write rhymes with my ballpoint pens we all need something to heed in case you didn't notice the smog the whole world's pumping debris Oh well it goes nicely with your somber tone The best story I've ever heard i've heard via trombone the kinda notes that lift you up and take you home hide with my fellow nobodies ready to strike like pouncing panthers We wanna bleed heaven like some shiny dancers got a question for you to answer please keep your hand down unless you got the cure for cancer most people I meet carry too much luggage but none are fit to compete never enjoyed meeting people cuz none are as interesting as my higher self most only talk about escaping dreams and how to acquire wealth I'd like to talk about how water destroys and fire helps You just carve out footsteps where the buddha stood and follow em like the stupid would read too much of your shit need time to look for cooler books Or write some This is my swan song carved it out like mahogany in my diary to one day read as a lullaby to my future daughter quietly and I'll be smiling as I drink her tears tell her to bow down the creators hints are clear yet tell her to never bow down to advance her career The world might seem like a lonely place unless you let go and live out your entire life like it's the glory days don't know about you but I wanna be happy when my story fades Part the past cuz at the start I was at the spark before the mornings were made Speaking of the start let's bring it back We live in an era of poetic depression We are no longer human beings we are humans being done Instead I'd like to see humans being one All I see is humans being shunned and a couple of tops being spun walking robots with your theories defunct and your eyes grow weary as a result hear me like an earthworm lodged in the heart of your skull always knew the eternal mind was spotless like tears from the lips of a goddess caught in the vibrations a lisp in the nonsense so subtle I can't see why you let your dreams die keep a locket close to your heart cuz I can tell you have the talent to free time Cared too scared to free fly Last time I said I saw the devil all my friends didn't believe me that's when I stopped talking to people cuz I knew they wouldn't hear me stepped into the light that's when to test the mic People passed the bar and asked to set the height Then the angels passed it back and took it to the clouds I knew they'd get it right from then on i knew I was in debt to life this is target practice know if you sell your soul you set the price tell me about the last time your pastor showed you a way out all I know is that last time I was transported to the safe house people told me to invest in my future by being a slave now but i'll never sell the present for a puppet pastor shakedown i'll stay in these playgrounds until I shine like the essence build up my shrine in the freshness walked the path at the time was an apprentice gave up a dime for transcendence akhenaten said you intertwine then you mend it you might think it's sublime just to rhyme as you define and analyze the shift in the paradigm as the divine creeps up your spine is this a line, a sign, or time to climb throw yourself off cliffs and swim in a sea of solace cuz the fact is that most folk's skies are starless or just