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Bambu
(专辑: 23Winters - 2016)
I
used to walk past a
cemetery On a
pathway to my boys house to Sit, get lifted and dream about How we wanted to live. Irony In actions. Fractions of honesty Divide People into factions Those who will And those that actually will I
guess things aren't what they used to be Memory lane had the
yellow bricks removed And The
pavements now seem stained With cigarette ash and shards of broken Glass Smells like home The
sirens A
familiar melody. But doesn't sound the
same Without the
nickelodeon theme tunes I
would To drown out sounds. Oh nostalgia You wicked wicked temptress you I
remember If not through the
eyes of The
innocent who else could see potential For limitless, second nature. survival A
mind set primitive Adapt and discover, that Pound coin won't stretch past that panda pop These days... It's monkey see what monkey do For the
trees. Forest fires and friendly conversation Searching Amazon for new ways to burn The
Bambu Smoke filled lungs till Speech slurs. streams of consciousness Tangled. Gathered, with like minded A
demand for retribution if left with the
roaches Burned it's ooh ah ah ooh We haven't come that far Since evolution Stand two feet No alpha male But still blessed with Another tale of the
hypocrite Still blessed with the
eyes of The
vigilant. See senses fall To pensive states of temporary Aspirations. Then pass it on, like Tales around the
camp fire Unified in dream state Then put the
blind the
blind folds To our ear drums for session of ignorant bliss Like I
ain't really worried about nothing I
swear I
ain't really worried about nothing I
thought the
grass would get greener Once I
came off the
trees, seeking the
high Has me throwing away loose leaves like Autumn. See me clearly, that same primitive Thought we evolve from like Dar-winian theory I
wonder why we choose to stay in the
dark Like the
pigment of Stevie's vision when it's Hard to see our pigments as equals or Any effort to engage your conscience Must been seen as conscious Accept the
consequence But never will I
beg pardon on truth The
reality simian, but the
fact are simple It's human instinct. As humans Instinctively we adapt to survive Or destroy. Same difference I
wonder why we choose to stay in the
dark Like the
pigment of Stevie's vision but some Love the
blind folds of ignorance It's a
shame to see, the
spiralling direction Of self expression. jaded eyes see Only see jaded solutions Money Money Money shall rain down On our daughters and we shall applaud And cheer like the the
arches in their back Coupled with the
rhythmic patterns of There gyrating hips can summon condensation Honey Honey Honey brown skin will be bleached To be appreciated. Hungry Hungry Hungry Stomaches will call our brothers to arms Over pussy weed money because it sells And that's all we know I
am no martyr for a
message I'm no better but know better One body, a
shoulder to lean A
head and mouth to speak Truths piercing your flesh A
leg or two to stand on Whenever in need And They still got my niggas hanging from the
trees Can't see the
truth when it's 6
feet deep Like I
really worried about nothing I
swear I
ain't really worried about nothing Like I
really worried about nothing I
swear I
ain't really worried about nothing
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