TIL Redemption

Uh, live in the flesh

Kalligraphy survived through a wreck

I inherit bars like cold sharks on a quest

That blood from the heart that was starved without the art

He lost his soul and cried inside his quilts

Lost his quill and now can’t communicate with the rest

I just wanna throw a fit inside of the nest

Then return to form and say goodbye to all of the best

Concerned but correct, thriving and respect

During lies I tell truths to the right

And ponder on the word “yes” for the night

P.S, I ruined everything you tried to dissect

It’s 10 o’clock and the time keeps my flavour fresh

Swallow your pride and reflect

That I’m alive and you can’t take my flesh, yes yes yes yes

 

What if I wanted riches

And left here songs for the birds

That life gave us, beyond the universe

Cursed in the words of my stitches

Mind unwinding with spirit gifting

 

Just as difficult making a castle of cards

So it’s like them in hassles to write bars

I wanna farm and gather the crops for the world

But I can’t serve, I’d rather my stomach to hurl

I try and write albums like my name was Earl

But it fires back at me when I try to set goals

Don’t gamble life, but bet slow

One things for sure that I overly possess bravado

According to what they said I never read books

Like redstone dying the bandana on the cow skull

But when the scene was filmed and they ran away out of their soles

I laugh at their slouched goals

What about those unpleasant visits?

Knocking of the peasants, then vertically sittin’

Costanza saying “I got this don’t worry about my visions”

Jerry was very perturbed like “you go to be kiddin!”

 

What if the flowers were perversely

And the blooms were conjured

Will the life give us the light

Or seek the plight of a man’s dead wife

 

He who was never raised on crime blocks

Hood was smooth like pyramid lime-rock

Pharaoh tomb, put my gold on Timbuktu, do not flee

I remember the one night robbers came to we

Robbed a piece of clothing from police

Then they got caught and jailed without a lease

Before their charges

They was Colms and spoke Dutch, meet the author before it all started

But you can’t wallow without a sorrow

Might rob a riverboat with no remorse to swallow

Hold the hell up…

You might have to ask Rob’ before you continue straight, just like I did

Yes, you may go far smelling like yarrow

Even with those Van der Linds about to shoot the hollows

It’ll confuse you

If you don’t know who Wasulu is, then he’ll consume you

Yea yeah yeah

 

What if I wanted riches

And left here songs for the birds

That life gave us, beyond the universe

Cursed in the words of my stitches

Mind unwinding with spirit gifting