Warfare

Forbidden weapons, this law supreme,

I watch my steps when I speak if it’s ’bout the green,

I’m told to treat friends as foes—I mean—

I’m too old to not be keen,

My scene froze, with vivid colors to unleash what’s held within,

The beast is free and yet still he can’t be leashed,

By those holding strings and taught not to weep,

Gepetto couldn’t even take control of the beat,

Of my heart, of the drums—I’m just climbing the charts.

Don’t ask me to be a martyr, the sequence is outta order,

I’m blowing up for myself, I’m balling—it’s second quarter,

Who woulda thought of, the mastery of Sri Lanka-

Never thought it could help…

But it’s past time, can’t let it go but yet I know that it’s my last line,

Blowing up da ground (underground), I’m like a landmine.

They can’t leash what’s buried deep,

Strings don’t reach where shadows creep.

I move silent, truth in code,

Blow the ground, then switch my mode.

(Landmine, landmine—I explode…)

Let ’em talk, I never fold.

Forbidden steps, I walk alone,

Only real ones make it home.

I was built in silence, raised where the steel stay cold,

Never sold my soul, just learned to watch it mold.

Pain taught patience, now I walk with flames,

A soldier with a story, never begged for fame.

They can’t leash what’s buried deep,

Strings don’t reach where shadows creep.

I move silent, truth in code,

Blow the ground, then switch my mode.

(Landmine, landmine—I explode…)

Let ’em talk, I never fold.

Forbidden steps, I walk alone,

Only real ones make it home…