Gift in Chains
(Uhm, I think the chapter was called, when the darkness does not lift)
Sometimes I just stop and I look at the world, and I just wonder where we going you know
(And here I say, be patient)
But the truth is, I don't even know where I'm going myself
(Be patient in the night of God's seeming absence)
I guess I'm back to the rap fantastic I'm wreaking havoc
Took a walk down my mental passages left in ashes
Went too far in my bag and I sent some people packing
I swear the End was awaited my scale gone reach the masses
Take the beat and I beat it up and then let you have it
Releasing flows like a leaking boat when I spit I'm Kraken
Release the "Cracking Ups" you catching and I'm really laughing
This my origin story but they all reenactments
I endured through the darkest mourning
My inner voice was at a point so foreign I stopped recording
I believed my raps got to born, I start aborting
Missions like that chorus in yo head that you can't ignore it's
Annoying to have important performances
Not enormous enough to justify all the lyrics I'm forging
And I ain't talking ghost or illegitimate sources
But the way that I been killing got me feeling like I'm spitting to corpses
(Or it's)
Killing like the corporations
These state men is making all the silliest statements
Nation divided by the organization
Tell me that don't make sense, surely it make cents
Ima keep it real, I been in some dark places
Looking in the mirror getting harder to face it
Yeah I'm only human but my craft is a spaceship
If you can't catch my vibe I'm on a different vibration
I'm really a sensation
The hairs is raising, I'm the heir to King till the Kingdom cave in
I'm not standard, I throw cell light shading
If these rappers painting pictures I rap animations
But I can draw lines for paper
And they all over heads like constellations
Yo whole team fake those con formations
I'm hot, beat cold, flow condensation
I lost people through constant hating
Confrontations, conflict n condemnation
Still ain't break me
I'm too concentrated
And I weigh my pros like MMA
Be out the box, octagon, and not out of shape
In Dark Places I lay tryna find my faith
And I don't walk on thin ice, I grind and skate
I rise in slay like Saint Nick Christmas Eve
My gift in chains
I pray God free this slave
My mind engrained with fame thoughts still in vain
Feel my pain I faint as I spill I drain
To clear my brain cause right now I need space
My gift in chains
Praying God free this slave
My mind engrained with fame thoughts still in vain
Feel my pain I faint as I spill I drain
To clear my brain cause right now I need space
In Dark Places
Uhm, I think the chapter was called, when the darkness does not lift
This my fifteenth, suggestion for how to fight for joy
Be patient in the night of God's seeming absence
