[Verse 1: Jamal Akasha]
The Antiquity of my Misery and iniquities is somewhat of a mystery
Figuring formulations but interrupted by other fornications
Thats just other stimulations
Sitting in sickly simulations
But thats enough of me complaining
This that sonata of darkness
Sonata of darkness
Flow gotta be burning, Im burning til my lungs are charcoal darkened
Heart parked in place
Smart starts win the race
I think Im beginning to embrace my ancestor's shape
Wait, then Im stuck in Space
Place I mean, Pacing but the scent I bring
Is preemptive
Trees etched in, my sleeves, I believe that trees help me breathe
Do you respect them?
For one, energy affects more than what was originally kept inside your head
See this fascination of death seems to grow stronger with every step
As I wander down a spiral , I will already predict whats gonna happen next
Lets, let the roses and the flowers eat up my decomposing attire and all and every bit of my once shown power
As it all dissolves and I fall and involve myself in a brand new chapter
Dont absolve the frauds and it never falls at all
The roaches and the cowards
I speak for em as I approach this dark tower uh
Will I be the one roasted in the fire?
Or the one toasting to his sires?
Besides, I tried to inspire but my mind is currently resting on a spire
So I forgot the flier that incited me to try her
Wheres a lighter, light her
Visualize a shrine when Im taking you higher
But everything left ahead is ominous and dire
[Verse 3: Rozz Dyliams]
I gotta interrupt ya cause I just found out
All I do is get this money and get smoked the fuck out
I don’t never turn up because it’s a fucking waste
Dripping down slow through them cemetery gates
I don’t ever sit up front
I’ll be backseat passenger side
Breaking poetry off like drugs
But this here will free your mind
Booming Booming Booming words but only from the other side
R O Double toiling trouble bitch I’m handzum till I die
Let’s say I had another job other than staying high
Would I vanish and be banished away to what is my life
Or would I
Be inside, of a casket with my eyes
Open wide, looking up to the rest of eternity
It’s just me and my mind