02-13-2013, 05:00 AM
Eye see life in meta(phor)s of (shadow)y differences
Within different planes and {with[in}different] existences
Where we’re ALL hell’d accOuNtablE no matter who testifies
No matter the witnesses, no matter the compromise
No matter the businesses, no matter the justice or injustice
Eye KIN see superheroes in a hall of just us
Despite the sentences and despite the judges
Judge us spiritually enslaved to a system literally giving us the busyness
Despite the hey low overhead, the profits martyr your integrity
Crowning heroes with thorns in hot pursuit of a dollar tree
Conditioned by the soul’d to believe in what’s been Red and what we Sea penned
Sleepin’ we mosey along with a thin command of mint esteemed to darken our spirits without end
Apart from the fare, rose a kiss from the grave that erodes the dead scrolls
ConSealing da vorce behind an underground army being bred for tolls and not for whom the bell tolls
Nah Sir Jones, . . . it was written in public secrecy to make you an enemy
And through this angry bird’s eye we can see its squared away in masonry
Only to reap/pear amid\ hermetic Thot’s and memory
With emphasis on damages we tend to only see a tomb
Like Hardened raiders in a temple, lost and made simple, and kneeling before this legion of doom
Within different planes and {with[in}different] existences
Where we’re ALL hell’d accOuNtablE no matter who testifies
No matter the witnesses, no matter the compromise
No matter the businesses, no matter the justice or injustice
Eye KIN see superheroes in a hall of just us
Despite the sentences and despite the judges
Judge us spiritually enslaved to a system literally giving us the busyness
Despite the hey low overhead, the profits martyr your integrity
Crowning heroes with thorns in hot pursuit of a dollar tree
Conditioned by the soul’d to believe in what’s been Red and what we Sea penned
Sleepin’ we mosey along with a thin command of mint esteemed to darken our spirits without end
Apart from the fare, rose a kiss from the grave that erodes the dead scrolls
ConSealing da vorce behind an underground army being bred for tolls and not for whom the bell tolls
Nah Sir Jones, . . . it was written in public secrecy to make you an enemy
And through this angry bird’s eye we can see its squared away in masonry
Only to reap/pear amid\ hermetic Thot’s and memory
With emphasis on damages we tend to only see a tomb
Like Hardened raiders in a temple, lost and made simple, and kneeling before this legion of doom