Chant (feat. June Miller & Rider Shafique)

7 windows to the world 7 deadly sins as I search for seventh heaven with severed wings Slipping into darkness My chances of survival seem slim Suicidal mission as of fallen king Where should I begin? Within, hard felt expressions Confessions for the soul as I measure my transgressions, Channeling my aggression Petting my way into my own innervisions(? ) And efforts to escape this great depression Deprived but they say the strong shall survive So I ride into the night Ride until my fingers bleed Still searching for the light Surfacing for air, but who really cares Who listen to my plights I'm just a man roaming with the mic in my hand Misunderstood, but can they overstand(?)? It's nearly over I carried away the world on my shoulders My heart is clean but I must hide these bloody hands. My heart is clean but I must hide these Yeah yeah One two 6 millions ways to die, one road to life, How many really question, why? How many live their lives? When all is said and done, how many will survive? Singing we shall overcome, must be done Mass confusions disillusion, it's time to free your minds Emancipate my mental state and then relate my fights Creating poetic compositions, I'm addicted to my afflictions My way is ancient in this futuristic times Rising with the sun I rhyme until my days are done. Make my daily bread this daily verse Is leave the bastard time I'm a master of my art I wisdom knowledge is the start in my escape from prison I relate my visions No surrender no retreat there's no option of submission. Kill or be killed is the nature of my mission Listen to the world blame The meaning is hidden I attack their subconscious by a means of (attrition) magician Relentless attacks an invasion Misplaced creation for prey feeding on false information Behold the pale horse, revelations For I and I reveal what is real I'm here for the duration Dressed for the occasion AK Strap, my head is wrapped Chanting Babylon must fall Our word is for distant generation Generating innovating thoughts Persistent no pause a resistance oblivement for the nation Delivering dialect, distinct and direct My instinct tells me time is short No hesitations I stand by my statement Blatant and defying no fear of dying I'm already dead to the system no more lying I'm all for without making explanations I seek that acceptance but redemption If you want to translate my intentions