just speaking_ from [morning meditations] by Nakama.
Tracklist
| 8. | just speaking_ | 5:01 |
Lyrics
The faith in me was illusory,
a hollow lacked the context for who I used to be/
Painted with despair driven hallucinations/
Heir to my folly, fair an inheritance
Swapped semi-regular,
Changed myself enough to occupy several generations/
And the severance wasn't grandiose,
The stipends were writing with stainless steel to consult the claim in name,
This body will leave a spot or two/
Fuck them fancy clothes,
Cause reflections feel like robbery,
I fought the doppelganger in the fitting room, he folded and that bravado was just an intoxicant/
Comrades were the plot armor,
A piece forced hardly leveled me,
The calm rivaled pax romana/
Bubbled in the underbelly fed
By ego fragility and sad reminders/
Solemn in the overarching narrative,
Passionless and offering more of self
Than worth equated to, that calculation still pending/
Propped the neck to hug the stockades like black gloves on a Bronco wheel,
Sure I didn't commit it but if I did...
The whole world would know the method while these jokes flew/
project victimism, heard words minced while these hands red as a barnyard door, boy you need to grow up and stop playing in shit/
The smell gon' stick to you,
Habitually asking "is you mad" like thats gon fix the mood, your obtuse schtick should be criminal/
I know these words won't rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, while I pull my own weight/
I wasn't reading signs, but, time,
Moving at its own pace/
Kept that ugly to myself,
Fixed my face up, made some plays/
Patience,
What's another virtue worth to you,
Set reminders, on them off days/
Ruins used to move me,
Barren pines pricking my upper lip,
Led to dubious watering spots,
Peppered with chanterelles under brush,
Self reliant floral porcupines in terracotta pots,
Peyote sensations tripping over
stonehenge, wrapped in copper threads/
the makeshift antennae wrought oasis, off the earthenware, mirage cascaded bouncing light arrays,
Stamped impressions where a desert offered none, uppercuts through vast emptiness/ stacking black materia / pendants full of ashes come express/
Its defund Shin-Ra as the impetus then Mako flood affiliates, wider steps retrieving freedom from a Phoenix Down, altogether Ill-advised, those aeronautics need a res/ Orwellian game breakers its us by the plight of a Wright brother, any Orville get Redenbachered, pop go the Wilbur and the script on they teleprompter, we mad as hell affirming populism like Howard Beale/
Out the window
Finnicky network links is best concealed,
Connects come easy but intent the pearl usurping shells and dancing round some necks, whatever wash adrift I ask the ocean tap me in and let discarded fins go back from whence they came, we might've double parked the ship/
Let the dutchman sort the offerings/
I know these words won't rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, while I pull my own weight/
I wasn't reading signs, but, time,
Moving at its own pace/
Kept that ugly to myself,
Fixed my face up, made some plays/
Patience,
What's another virtue worth to you,
Set reminders, on them off days/
The connect evolved
I asé they inshallah
My hot plate got ox-tail
They got japchae,
I asked what ock say
My headphones was on
Watching Bollywood outtakes
Its the simple things
Like lessons in love,
Its a blessing,
You one in a million and more,
I'm trying things that I never before,
Cause I needed to open some doors,
And be ready to board,
Didn't have to take a chance
Til I let it go, asking for
some more, done refusing green eggs and ham, i need extra scoops,
the prices is halal,
The lettuce not ripe
We aint sweating flies,
service improve all the time,
Check us,
We went from checkers,
To deep diving endeavors,
Cross reference colonizers,
watch the bedlam,
Untouchable,
Yeah ill catch ya at the next one,
Tryna keep the dope alive,
No offense its not for y'all/
I know the onus not on us alone
But we need deep improvement/
En-gage with intention,
Know its not some second rate philosopher dropping tabs in the woods
Writing romantic novels ripping off HR Geiger, its more holistic/
We gotta get narrative straight,
Niggas is sci-fi without any make up on,
Dramatization change the tone,
We wasn't vacant, blind, deaf or dumb,
But this insular take on progression is wrong/
We striking global accords,
Inspiring nations abroad
And for that reason
We gotta walk with some couth,
Its true/
Just to sail the open seas for us,
And leave some treasure for you,
Let the dutchman sort the offerings/
Let the dutchman sort the offerings/
Let the dutchman sort the offerings/
