"ever since 19-05, man's tried to survive ; walking this earth after we wake, praying for more money, more life ; all i want is bitches and no wife, all i want is darkness and no light ; wanna build my pyramid alright and i'on moth'fucking need no eye..."
this song was composed during a lecture after a friend said to me "you don't look like someone who trusts God". but did looks ever count? did we ever see beyond the everyday being? did we ever qualify to be judges?
i composed this record to free my soul and mind of all spiritual and mental bondages that kept me comtemplating on what the dark side of the art i practise could offer.
"...trust God, they said ; kneel and pray near your bed ; your job is to kill every beat and let these leaves bleed with your pen ; real is my religion, my friend ; i been practicing since my birth ; but were all gonn' die one ; all we did was live like mortal men..."
vanity knocks at the door everyday, easy coming all the way but i kneel before Him to pray. but like the others who made it, why won't i fight for the contract too? i know and believe its that easy. where i come from, the value of your life is your soul. all you have to do is sell it for cream. the question is "what's its worth?". are you brave enough? -...ain't enough space on the road to hell; but we're still adding up souls to burn...-
"...trust me my hitta. your career's getting bigger ; better start investing what you got lest you ask to join my empire ; err'body feeling what you got its fire ; young master and esquire ; i've got all you require and i'll fill your jaws quagmire..."
the devil is a liar! but when this world too cold for you, wouldn't you call for fire? they claim to crave equality for all mankind, equality that leads to death, was this offer ever kind? truth is; this offer is one of a kind. you would rather die rich than be a wretch, never were palm fronds better than a wreath. -...the sweeter the juice, if only you are sold...-
"...blaspheme, blaspheme; god music, my scheme ; His eyes shone bright, sons of darkness mask him ; nightmares o' melodies, demons sing in my dreams ; dodge beams, don't let this light come through my dark streets..."
we've struggled to stay in the same lane. we've tried our best to think like everybody else. we've been entagled in the web of religious doubts for too long a time. but was switching faith ever a crime? ask yourself. the actions i put up are ends of the way this world makes me react. this record is clarifying enough..
"...so strike home mcguire, this is the race of life ; dont you ever put out the fire ; don't nobody live in strife ; in peace you're gonna grow, expanding in power and might ; in God i'll always trust, i am kaymad the son of light-"
-kaymad
Stream here
https://www.soundcloud.com/the96god/lucisbitch
"luci's bitch ; the article"
Comments
Post a Comment