Father
• Written by Kalligraphy
This is diligent rap, a militant fights back
Against a million men dressed in bright black
The fence on a pyramid, keep the tourist from the attract
Hence the lyrics hid from the foolish men who attack
Morality and conscience, from hatred to fondness
From the duality of what is really sacred beyond this
Realm of humanity’s dwell, space has galaxies on its shelf
Myself? I’m molecules with many valence electron shells
The universe's awful rules and daily sins propel
Eating offal and dirt, metaphor for my actions compelled
By larger corporations, whether they abused it
Or confused it with other nations, they fused with
Evil, like a gargoyle hovering over the peak of steeples
And a crucifix hanging from one nail in a cathedral
Land of the Father, Mother Earth aborted me
Now I’m gone for good like I’m overseas
Going overly fast I gotta halt these ways
I gonna remain in good thoughts and praise
I don’t know what’s morality, what creates it
What the faces in caves meant, what it traces?
I don’t know what lies beneath a racist
Or a Freemason on step 33 of the cases
Of stairs, reaching altitudes of great places
I don’t know God, I don’t know the universe
Space lacks morality, it doesn’t have a verse
Saying why we’re here, why us humans dispersed
Over the earth, I don’t know how we came
From Apes, from Adam to Cain, from flames
From fallen angels, atoms scribbled on a page
I can’t fathom the schisms of me parting ways
With the God I praise like a Native with sage
Spiritual bonds overcame what the science say
I came from the Daniel in the Lion’s gaze
Out of the fiery furnace where Shadrach was laid
I was made from the hierarchy of the past greats
The pharaoh’s unnamed, every beast untamed
Every car and every bird that’s ever swapped lanes
Every beak and bar in a rap song or on a crane
Every plague, every locusts that freed the slaves
Every vague reference to me in the 6th book of praise
Land of the Father, Mother Earth aborted me
Now I’m gone for good like I’m overseas
Going overly fast I gotta halt these ways
I gonna remain in good thoughts and praise
I met a woman that resembles my actions
Beautiful, attractive, 2 qualities that I’m lacking
Both Christian’s on missions to free ourselves
From earth’s hell that we sell souls into cells
Brown hair with mesmerizing eyes, very detailed
Silk eyes, sacred clothes that kept her body jailed
Didn’t let sins prevail as well, unlike me, I bailed
Many times I’ve failed, I’ve hailed the wrong veil
I’ve followed trails of the unwell, spirit was braille
She told me it’s part of the plan that will eventually
Be forgivin’, but my soul acts so elementary
On purpose, and even unintentionally
She said this world is Hell, can’t we tell
Sodomizing pastors, old men whose photos capture
Many sad things hereafter, but laughter is medicine
But the rapture is real like inside the revanent
Propelling in the waves of the air that’s Heaven’s sent
Her aura is a heaven-scent, more than seven trillion cents
More like pure incense for powers of healing insects
Like me, I honestly don’t know where I might be
If I never talked to you, or you acted so nicely
You were the fresh zephyr who wore a nice breeze
But I was a floored man with a mind of lust and greed
But your affect on me changed the way I breathed
Your beauty so gleamed, getting to know you was a must
The beauty of a queen who wasn’t worthy of the lust
Only the trust I had her in her guided from above
I’d never forgive me for seeing her as anything except a dove
Who flew in broken skies, keeping my spirit alive
If I didn’t have the voice of joy you gave me
My mentality would’ve been a void, and crazy
But no, God breathed life into your soul, amazing
And you grew from the hedgerows, sharp like grazings
You’re too precious for I, don’t go for me, J
Cuz like after the letter I, I’m a Joke like JK
And you’re just the purest, the soul most flourish
With rose petals that nourish all of my verbage
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024