(GHETTO SCION) THIS PIECE WAS INSPIRED BY THE PICTURE AND THE MUSIC... IT WAS WRITTEN TO THE MUSIC...
Airlock- On The 2nd Floor: http://youtu.be/DmwpWTNA3fw
These lyrics be funkin in my mind...
And I...
Have to scribe them down...
And they be breaking down walls and shattering glass as their black and white sonics fall onto computer and phone screens...
These lyrics carry imagery and hyperbole, the whine of the bullet and the smoke off a bowl inhaled.
These lyrics just won't let a brother go...
And they.
Feel so familiar and foreign all at the same time as they rip a hole in the deepness of a man's soul.
He bringing them forth to be perused and under stood by the 85 percent.
These lyrics become the roar as the man becomes night, day and the spaces unseen.
Screaming in rage against the machine.
He neither smoke nor fire but something in between as the lyrics burn internal.
Pour from him as lava incinerating all in his path.
Dragon fire spilling from his lungs and vibrating his vocal cords.
These lyrics...
These fuckin lyrics won't let go.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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