“He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for others
Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive
Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet
Now I take them on walks with me
But don’t let them off the leash
Cause they might cross the street and get hit
Listen a second, I pretended to need a friendship
With many forms of energy till everyone repented
Now I’m end this with a sentence, in a sense it’s become a way of life
To stay the night with my notebook, then wake up the next day to
write
Again, and again, and again and again and again and again
Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin
Lingering in the depths of this pool Caressing a jewel
Fighting a million and ten inner battles sadly straining my neck into duels
Bobbing my head to keep cool
truth stays on the down low
Meaning proof for the bleeding, isn’t useful in the council meeting
Achieving what you’re believing to be the dopest at the moment
Yeah, he’s exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens
But the machine must be broken”
“We believe in maximum effect
[And absolutely] every single facet of the gem
[Including] {but} [not limited to the]
{Pursuit of truth} [which has been] {unduly}
[Smoothed over] {made soothing} [to those]
Who have been doing the polluting in fact
{We wrote some raps}
[Now I have here in my chest an outline]
{A list}, [a platform], {manifesto}, [a mandate]
From intro] {to outro}, it’s absolutely rock solid
From the {bottom to the top} and the [top to the bottom]
{Here’s a outlook}, and how it reads, [number one, Lateef]
{We don’t believe in other people thieving the ideas
That our cerebrums cultivate and create, but if you’re stealing them}
[Now that’s a calculated mistake]
{A combination infinite involving digitized code… you can’t break, point two:}
[We believe in unconditional control
Not under supervision of another operator] {so}
[What that means is our beliefs our boundaries shall all be balanced properly
Without restriction, limitation or revoke, Point three:]
{We don’t believe in you controlling we} [That’s point three]
{I’m not obligated to listen to shit that you’re telling me
That’s the type of thing that could lead to a felony, I don’t give a fuck
You yellin’ at me at the top of your lungs, you do it
Otherwise it isn’t gonna get done}, I hold the reins to my tongue
{And decide when to close and open the door}, the point four:”
That Latyrx track is amazing, two MC’s going back and forth on the same verse, each bracket {}, represents lyrics born or Lateef’s portion of the verse, respectively.
“I didn’t tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mums the word still
I’m scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Hurdles are getting knocked down
I’m running a losing race
Your legs aren’t the only ones marked up How many dreams have you chased?
If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn’t have to write like I do,
Except I use paper instead of my body now; it’s something you might want to try too
From haikus to horror stories, it’s something in our blood that we share,
Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there
My facial expression said I didn’t care
Hate and aggression must’ve made an impression on the little kid who stared,
Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates
My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brotherdoing father figure 8’s
Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
Listen, it’s great sharing time now that dad’s gone,
But what’s with the choice of words?
Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?
I’m a bagabond who moved to modern day Babylon and then back again
With minimal contact and you know I can’t ask your mom what’s happening
You’ve got such beautiful gifts What are you doing ruining the packaging?
How ironiccome to think I probably put this ink on my back for him
I want you to laugh and sing more,
But you dropped anchor in a place
where dreams go to die and you’re keeping your ass indoors
I’m asking for you to stick it out and see things through
You’re asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you”
-Sage Francis “Inherited Scars”
A song of regret to his sister who was into cutting herself with scissors.
