I love the way blood trickles on the streets,
When I cut right into the liver of the beast,
Still delivering the heat, pimps limpin to the beat,
...Memories of days past all littered at my feet....
Another white night presented by the fascists,
who break us down with every move designed to kill the masses.....
......Nowadays I study Che for the methods of war,
and i've been needing those skills more than ever before,
---God save us---- our flags have been half masted,
and friends from the past have been turned into black ashes,
Pass the cup and drink the poison of a Christ,
that's been bastardized for years now and turned into a vice........
....And as bastard there's no father looking down...
There's chaos in the streets if u stop and look around...
huh....We're less than a step from oblivion......
So FUCK this world that we're living in......
There's a war going on outside.....
It's a cold world and this is ice....
standing in a whole new light...
re-re-re-real hip hop......
I celebrate my life like it's my funeral today,
and fill my black veins with a beautiful decay,
In an unusual display of free thought,
I blast truth on the mic every time I hear a beat drop…
I've got the spirit of dead man walking,
in a moment when he comes across his very own coffin,
Standing and watching his days unfold,
in a story that he knows will remain untold,
I've been thrown in the pit with the sick and the chronically ill,
left in debt cuz of my hospital bills,
IV to the vein, my seasons have changed,
From a light summer breeze, to the sleet and the rain,
Left trying to build with the sounds that I summon,
and a classic education that amounted to nothing..
Stuck in a post-modern collage, living in shambles...
and there's no escape, cuz they kill us from every angle,
Break: Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one's body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears, and swords. Being carried away by surging waves. Being thrown into the midst of a great fire. Being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake. Falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease, or committing seppuku at the death of one's master. And every day, without fail, one should consider himself as dead.
from Amor Fati
released November 5, 2015
Production: William Rideout
Mix: William Rideout
Mastering: Vlad Romanov
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