Naked
Album: c.R.I.P.t.i.c. b.O.R.n.e.
By: Carl Lurid
By: Carl Lurid
Duration
11:05
Genres
Description
This is a retrospective song that delayers the complexities I felt in my life at the time that it was written. It is entitled naked because of how self revealing the lyrics are.
Lyrics
Have to leak my thoughts and pray the freedom sparks some genius that’ll reach your heart Rap keeps speaking for me but I fear that they won’t feel the vision Maybe they don’t need to hear me, thinking I just need it written That’s me really wishing cuz I need to make a living if it’s mainly me that listens Better teach these children how to swim before the mainstream gets them It’s my pen that sparks the darkest parts of me, my masterpiece and speech is flame that strikes the lines on paper made of gasoline If a pictures worth a thousand words my ink’ll paint a verse that’s worth the speech of every person on the earth Partial to the people fearin prison carved in bars, a part of lyricism solely livin off a bold disguise Empiricism just like those who fear religion mold the sky and never really hear the rhythm only hold a lie while hopin that they soul survive appearing gifted can you feel the wisdom ripple through ya conscious or is you crippled to a system shooting fathers Who am I, just prove it to yourself or also lose your mamas Course you never heard of this the lyricism murderous and worse than eye of pyramids controlling Sunday services How can I expect to get respect for prayer when I’m only beggin that I make it stead of thanking that I’m here god the people claiming your morals are those you gave life So do you understand my strife cuz I’d rather love a man instead of fuck him up but coming up a honkey is like tryna duck an uppercut lord I need em to listen cept they won’t feel it cuz my pigment was my privilege from birth and given everything except the will the live so what it’s worth?! Melonin’s irrelevant when you can hardly see Inside these thoughts as dark as me and only feel the fat flow thickening your arteries wit heart attacks in genes my heritage is hard to beat But you will always hold a part of me See, I ain’t perfect Sometimes I’m cursin to the ceiling when I struggle jugglin demons through testament verses burnin the words of Jesus while I’m searching for meaning But faith has lost its purpose when god is all I believe in Still I’m praying waiting for my speech to the reach the man But I’m on knees n weak I need to take a leap to stand See what I’m holding if you seen my hands in shy pockets But they dirty worried if you’re watching If you’ll wash it or let them turn stale rotten These songs are poems broken from my soul so hold it open stead of smoking it like coal cuz I need to get respect but will a single critic notice? or would they be more impressed if I recorded when I wrote this Before I ever dreamed at seventeen I swear this music is about to be the death of me
