Kane Enabled from TrianguLanguaged by Zak Concrete
Tracklist
| 2. | Kane Enabled | 4:32 |
Lyrics
(((Man As Microcosm)))
"Let's go out into the fields"
See the blood on the ground,
I can talk to it still.
It screams out my name when I walk through the hills, keeps track as I wander place to place, toe to heels (tow2heels)
I've been here before
and I know how it feels,
you don't know where it's gone,
so we wander, ..we wander
I can only find it when it's become real.
I can only find it when it becomes real.
Hit rock bottom early, give yourself enough time climb back out.. Falling face first aiming for the gutter, shooting for a perfect blackout, trying to squeeze a dollar, dime and a dream out of a penny and making it happen because I'm back now, accustomed to busting concussing flows over percussion speaking about the repercussions of my lusting then busting you in the head with destructive, crushing blows to implode your dome, dumb froze in the discussion, like you stuck on a substance, from function to malfunctioned but I don't fuck with any dumb shit so I'm off into the sunset, equipped with a mic and a blunt lit and I'm rhyming and puffing, entrails of whack mcs in my trail for you to covet, you love it, leaving you as the dust in the wind to recover from your concussion.
Time ticks away and my mind goes with it, fixed clause contract, head in a Devils Lock like a misfit, isolated, disheveled thoughts begging for change, trying to make an imprint in an instant, trying to break these chains to catch the train but I missed it so I'm stuck in the bed that I've made trying to dream vivid, lucid, the best laid blueprints can often leave you feeling stupid and distant with no way to actualize the gifts you've been given when every day a new distraction misleads your from your mission, blinded by a lack of Vision,
useless when you act like you ain't been listenin'
to the truth that I've been spitting directly to and for you
and a select few
to view the universe like a television, that's your prescription to correct the way you're livin', livid criminal doin a bid in a self-imposed prison with no idea of what he did, if he's guilty or isn't, feeling filthy and listless, so consumed by the habits we live with that we've trained ourselves to lie to each other if only to beg for forgiveness.
((Man As Microcosm))
Dropped out of school
to become a sexual deviant
can't really know the beast -
'til you've spent your life feeding it.
can't know the knowledge
'til you've wasted time preaching it,
can't school the students
If you don't know what the meaning is,
dilated pupils projecting beliefs
to see if they exist.
Blind eyes turn to watch the sunrise
over a sinking ship.
Loose lips pursed tight,
swallow my cursed tongue
before I even start to think of this.
Blink and miss that dream of bliss.
The sky is falling in love with me to kiss the lips that spoke the words
to give the breeze a lift
and drift away for another day
as if it mattered what you think or say, sorry, just being a realist.
The realest being to ever grace the green, under matted fur with a greasy sheen
just appeasing the hand that feeds
until I can really eat a bitch.
Until then,
I'll wait out the storm
On a beach in this dismal nitch,
trying to decide which way is which,
under a sky falling head over heels
for a land and sea that's rich
with all we would ever need or wish,
like waves lick rocks,
eroding what has been erected
to get me off
but you have to hand it to me
like an interception,
I've gone to the depths of fiendishness
but came back from the deep
with a fresh perspective
that y'all will never see to live
or live to see
but
isn't that what this was supposed to be?supposedly,
we're closing in on you, openly.
I've been through hell
but don't believe in heaven,
just gravitate toward the visions
shown to me,
a conscious collective,
What an odd collection
of an eclectic god's rejections.
A pretense to cut through
the pretentious tension,
dishonorably discharged
with an honorable mention,
the first worst version
to be the one not to mention
the last close second
not worth time investing,
art outlives the artists,
inventors killed by their own inventions.
Momentary masters
on a fraction of a dot
Something someone said
to thicken up the plot
Dripping the fat out the vat,
dip the ladle in the pot,
turn back and look
before everything is lost.
Momentary masters
on the fraction of a dot
Something once said
to thicken up the plot..
"Let's go out into the fields"
See the blood on the ground,
I can talk to it still.
It screams out my name when I walk through the hills, keeps track as I wander place to place, toe to heels (tow2heels)
I've been here before
and I know how it feels,
you don't know where it's gone,
so we wander, ..we wander
I can only find it when it becomes real.
I can only find it when it's become real.
(Man As Microcosm)
