Buddah MAC
06-11-06, 06:29 PM
[energy]
I grew up in a place misshapen from Four fathers visions
The art of livin was a division unbalanced when riddin
Then a kid when she slid through turbulent relationships
Taken kids outta the picture frame that sits shamelessly lit
Aimlessly fit to fight with no direction, Selectin weapons
to get attention, But stay left in suspension
between a bottle and a Bill or Jim or some other Him
At my mothers whim I welcomed my new brothers in
Strugglin to find the lesson in physical expressions
That leave holes in walls as artistic confessions
Sessions of proving myself to second guesses
Depressing questions leave me askin where the rest is
Infested home, less than a home, left in the home
alone to be the resident "no" destined to roam
Testin my dome to see just how hard headed I could be
Restin alone so none could see that my heart bled in my sleep
My art kept in my speech until it flowed red in release
Let all the doubt I hold mold into flows meshing with beats..
[Buddah]
Lead paint lined my lullabies after tastes of afterlives
soured sweet dreams devised as night-mares took Godiva wives
by force my tithings taken, collectin' platelets, veins achin
from bloodlettin barely breakin my arterial cakin
once blood flow floated armadas, now sunk ships soul clotters
and the “new land” sought was, hope, but got caught up
in devil’s triangles, in each corner lusts dangle
try keepin head above water, but lines drawn’ll strangle
meridians in minds, cuz when maps drawn to find
sections of selves, divisions made are held
drop down to hell, seein devilfish from diving bells
thriving well while binding spells return you to livened Cells
as breaths taken begged for by lungs longing for more
than the toxins you inhalin and stale air they’re preparing
in plastic worlds molded and since they could have never sold it
melted, those wit shine scolded, royal house of cards folded
stakes high enough on ante but dealer raises make that distant
and when we try resistance it’s deaded in the instant
self served over goal’s aim, names dropped just to hold fame
played boardrooms, allies sold game, feign inner fire with cold flame
blood flood imagery again as penalty for brethren
revealed as serpentine staff, is death sentencin
so dead language used to dead the former you
why identities sook in chemicals OR books?
or media which leadin ya down dead end roads impedin ya
progress, but most reach ends before they caught this
thoughtless, I hit curbs, saw the signs and never swerved
hugged corners of dead man’s curves and what saved me were my words
calcite pearls of wisdom flushed the lead out my system
and visions of worlds against me faded in the mists then
I grew up in a place misshapen from Four fathers visions
The art of livin was a division unbalanced when riddin
Then a kid when she slid through turbulent relationships
Taken kids outta the picture frame that sits shamelessly lit
Aimlessly fit to fight with no direction, Selectin weapons
to get attention, But stay left in suspension
between a bottle and a Bill or Jim or some other Him
At my mothers whim I welcomed my new brothers in
Strugglin to find the lesson in physical expressions
That leave holes in walls as artistic confessions
Sessions of proving myself to second guesses
Depressing questions leave me askin where the rest is
Infested home, less than a home, left in the home
alone to be the resident "no" destined to roam
Testin my dome to see just how hard headed I could be
Restin alone so none could see that my heart bled in my sleep
My art kept in my speech until it flowed red in release
Let all the doubt I hold mold into flows meshing with beats..
[Buddah]
Lead paint lined my lullabies after tastes of afterlives
soured sweet dreams devised as night-mares took Godiva wives
by force my tithings taken, collectin' platelets, veins achin
from bloodlettin barely breakin my arterial cakin
once blood flow floated armadas, now sunk ships soul clotters
and the “new land” sought was, hope, but got caught up
in devil’s triangles, in each corner lusts dangle
try keepin head above water, but lines drawn’ll strangle
meridians in minds, cuz when maps drawn to find
sections of selves, divisions made are held
drop down to hell, seein devilfish from diving bells
thriving well while binding spells return you to livened Cells
as breaths taken begged for by lungs longing for more
than the toxins you inhalin and stale air they’re preparing
in plastic worlds molded and since they could have never sold it
melted, those wit shine scolded, royal house of cards folded
stakes high enough on ante but dealer raises make that distant
and when we try resistance it’s deaded in the instant
self served over goal’s aim, names dropped just to hold fame
played boardrooms, allies sold game, feign inner fire with cold flame
blood flood imagery again as penalty for brethren
revealed as serpentine staff, is death sentencin
so dead language used to dead the former you
why identities sook in chemicals OR books?
or media which leadin ya down dead end roads impedin ya
progress, but most reach ends before they caught this
thoughtless, I hit curbs, saw the signs and never swerved
hugged corners of dead man’s curves and what saved me were my words
calcite pearls of wisdom flushed the lead out my system
and visions of worlds against me faded in the mists then