your slang makes me wanna smoke weed n feel the verse man! love it deep

Mover

Too Long

Image: "The face of a man that has seen war, a PLAN (People's Liberation Army of Namibia) fighter that was captured by the apartheid South African Defense Force"

Beat: Gramatik

Lyrics:


“God level tings man”

I find myself standing beside myself on matters about myself how do I guard myself from myself
I always want more
I sing this last song for ya’ll

I find myself standing beside myself on matters about myself how do I guard myself from myself
I always want more
I sing this last song 

How do I guard myself from myself
Kilos fell with my health
I stood without help for so long
I haven’t held another hand for so long
‘cause for so long we held on to pain so prolonged
the prologue of my story
features gory details and crooked females
and shifty friends
I walked the path
with a girl I call my broken half
we didn’t match
I guess I was never quite the catch
what’s that thing the say about opposites
when one’s negative 
best believe the other positive
she got caught by the hounds
right around the same time by friend got caught with amounts
of coke
and no amount of hope could save him
he was doing a bid 
they out in England and that’s how he lost touch with his kids
I like to stay in touch with my kid
Pull up a chair for my younger self and ask him what the relevance is
we grew up drinking like fish 
and death was just another day a black kid was found in a ditch
the church wanted us to worship but we built war ships that moved weight in neighbourhoods
like human fork lifts
I never pushed drugs myself
but I know many a drug dealer that would have died without my help
I guess that makes me an accessory
but would you call us friends if you ever saw the devil standing next to me
I didn’t thinks so, I didn’t think it at first
I figured fuck it I’d just wing it at birth
I lifted the curse of the angel of death
they hate the finesse
but wonder what’s next
but why do I stress about these non-factors
they rap about bling they’re all backwards
but me?
man I’m the fucking king of all rappers
I was supposed to go but I chose to stay
the only dude that can match me is Allain Villet (Ali that Dude)
gave him a choice own the whip or you can play valet
he agreed so Black Vulcanite was formed that day
wrote songs that day
hoping they write 
hoping they like
verses from an MC who chokes on the mic
because all I’ve ever had was a fucking idea
couple of photos of my mom that I kept as a souvenir 
trying to retrace my steps
I wonder if she got my text
see “I love you”
that’s the last message I sent my ex
tell her “Clare I hope fair better in your years, better than your peers, sorry for the tears”
I’m sorry mama
We all make mistakes I guess we all trying
a song about life and I called it the Art of Dying
should have called it the art of lying 
in a den of starving lions
at the feet of fucking giants
I’m running I’m out of time..but I’ll just wait here though, I’ll just wait here for a new day
Art of Dying! Black Future

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