Anathemy (monotone)
he had the world on his shoulder bout what to do.
his staff took out everything but a wooden spoon,as we look on into a hollow room. it was 59 on the tv number surge from every house that toon.
two paths we’d laid out at his feet,he could join in accept his cole he thought squash the beef,or watch everyone leave him even his old team. flashes of his kid would cloud his dreams. instead he choose go to party watch to the stream. someone give him shot cardi or barton,as the bartender screams. baggage weighs in, very few had empathy for the man he really could be. he take swig of his glass full of beast from his crodie, and instantly mark with Anathemy.
the boi monotone no culture in his soul
he has no rooks queens pawns or night
the boi all alone he has no one to blame but his own.
he choose this day yh it’s long fight but will choose road at the end of the night.
the boi weezy onto the floor oh shit it’s breezy as we rush through the door screaming for a doctor but he couldn’t see dre scared of the after math from headshot euphoria as he shout out kelly. check his contacts after rushing him to a room. fearful if we can’t get someone down here he’s gunna die real soon. we get a hold of mother, sandra this is jack. your son is bleeding undercovers, don’t worry i tell her family comfort each other. as he going under.
the boi monotone no culture in his soul
he has no rooks queens pawns or night
the boi all alone he has no one to blame but his own.
he choose this day yh it’s long fight but will choose road at the end of the night.
we journey into his mind to find familiar face
the man would scoured, the boi turn pale as he cowered. fearing similar encounter instead peaceful relief. as they conversations of how hiphop died. the boi said shit i thought u we’re still alive. being petty prince at work. the panther beat him outta his shirt, begone of the philosophy. the panther knocks him unconscious with paws of envy. taken off to another story line his life was a movie but no one had the time. to listen or see he was nobody here robbed of his fame but really was it a crime. he found peace serenity every thing he couldn’t find, in his old life. as he exhales onto folding chair mysterious man accompanies him there. he offered him no words only looks of concern, black and blue braids,
knowing he wasn’t of this world. he was only on borrowed time he had to get back, before doves cry. the world rain was toxic and purple,he had to get back before the world discovered, x really wasn’t there just transcended his mind learning ways of the panther.
the boi monotone no culture in his soul
he has no rooks queens pawns or knight
the boi all alone he has no one to blame but his own.
he choose this day yh it’s long fight but will choose road at the end of the night.
onto the other side again came the fear in his eyes. all eyes were on him but was he going to make it in time. he happened to make it into a crowded room frozen in time
