Chant (feat. June Miller & Rider Shafique)

Seven windows to the world

Seven deadly sins

As I search for seventh heaven with severed wings

Slipping into darkness

My chances of survival seem slim

Suicidal missions of a fallen king

Where shall I begin?

Within, heart felt expressions

Confessions for the soul as I measure my transgressions

Channelling my aggression

Penning my way into my own inner visions

In efforts to escape this great depression

Deprived

But they say the strong shall survive

So I ride into the night

Write until my fingers bleed

Still searching for the light

Surfacing for air but

Who really cares?

Who listens to my plight?

I'm just a man

Roaming with the mic in my hand

Misunderstood but

Can they overstand?

It's nearly over

I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders

My heart's clean but I must hide these bloody hands

My heart's clean but I must hide these

Six million ways to die

One road to life

How many really question why?

How many live their lives?

When all is said and done

How many will survive?

Singing we shall overcome

Thy will it must be done

Mass confusion, disillusion

It's time to free your minds

Emancipate my mental state

And then relate my finds

Creating poetic compositions

I'm addicted to my afflictions

My ways are ancient in these futuristic times

Rising with the sun

I rhyme until my days are done

Make my daily bread these daily verses

Leave the bastard tongue

A master of my art

I bathe in wisdom

Knowledge is the start

In my escape from prison

I relate my visions

No surrender, no retreat

There's no option of submission

Kill or be killed is the nature of my mission

Listen to the word play with

Meanings hidden

I attack your subconscious by means of attrition

I attack your subconscious by means of attrition

Relentless attacks

An invasion

Misplaced creation

Foul prey feeding on false information

Behold a pale horse

Revelations

For I and I reveal what is real

I'm here for the duration

Dressed for the occasion

AK strapped, my head is wrapped

Still I sit patient

Patiently awaiting my call

Chanting Babylon must fall

A words for this our generation

Generating innovative thoughts

Persistent, no pause

A resistance

Upliftment for the nation

Delivering dialect

Distinct and direct

My instinct tells me time is short

No hesitations

I stand by my statements

Blatantly defying

No fear of dying

I'm already dead to the system

No more lying

I move without making explanations

I seek not acceptance but redemption

If you want to translate my intentions