1981985, Pt. 1

(Album: Enter The Circle - 2010)

[Bless:]
He was born in '81
We was born in '85
Waiting for the world to turn and finally put this fate in line

[Unorthadox:]
Make it mine, straightened spine
Pave the way for the blind to escape the lies
Danger lies ahead but faceless inside
And I came to rise

[Bless:]
You can see the pain applied
Over all this pain of mine
Dripping off the canvas, of a Los Angeleno tribe

[Unorthadox:]
And I ain't afraid to die but I'm tired of this killing
And I'm feeling like I only just came to life so that's why I'm spilling
Stop staring at me with angry eyes, I got a surprise for you children
Beneath your harness a baby cries and it's love for a feeling, it's love

[Bless:]
And I never seen the ceiling
So Imma keep billing
Spilling out the venom
Filling out the rhythms
Sitting at the house on the couch with a vision
'Bout to break a million

[Unorthadox:]
Used to be a coward with a sour taste for vengeance
But now I use my power to plow proudly and for graceful living

[Bless:]
Face the prison all your memories are hid up in

[Unorthadox:]
And paint some vivid imagery where your feelings went

[Bless:]
See the other side of what this rhyme really meant

[Unorthadox:]
I could have died but survived with the thick of skin

[Bless:]
Look in my eyes find a dime that I couldn't grip

[Unorthadox:]
Opened your mind up to beyond where the lyrics end

[Bless:]
Staring in the mirror at my fear I know where it is
Now I got it checked as I step through the peril-less

[Unorthadox:]
Respecting the elements
Many times got here, got dropped dropped this life line
As I found out I had to balance it
Countless possibilities instead of what it never is
To balance out the damage of this savage inheritance

[Bless:]
Somehow the young and the worried
Crossed mountains and valleys
And found where the fountain was buried
The mouth from my clout from the early
Nothing but an ounce bag of doubt that I'm burning
Mapping out routes in the counts of the journeys
Stashed in the house writing thousands of flows
That are murdering
Wolves start howling, crows start circling

[Unorthadox:]
Depart from the nervousness
Burnt to lisp, as my clockwork ticks
Einstein didn't come up with a bomb and a fix
At times I might find violence hard to resist
But I mustn't forget poisoning I was probably sick
Learnt to live with cross road decisions or an abyss
It doesn't only depend on attention, on how it gon' click
Took the first brick start building my house on a cliff
So I can stare at the depth yet make a watch tower of it