Birthright

Today has been an obstacle to overcome The polyrhythmic numb sips statistics Liquidated over the dry ice to come Some are truth combined with lies Equal six million ways to die And only two reasons not to choose one The gruesome brilliance Gripping on to the lifeline of the mic-line Floodgates open to obscure mind lashing And plane of exist crashing into this Everlasting black market As the grains of time run out of room to fill I consume the buds that bloom with skill Then cast the rest on flower beds Keepin' 'em warm with this blanket of language Givin' pillows of thoughts to lay they heads Redundant like season changes, the cycle's clear When my ego has landed after fall I want spring to randomly appear And the sky to rotate, so the North Star is in the East With tapestry constellation sheets Sized so a diamond-studded supernova can't compete I'm tired of being discreet with crews So I [seem?] to a dreamscape with all-out war Where they use my handprint as tattoos [Hook, x2] My birth certificate reads "One of the illest incarnated, and this baby On this day, 18th day of nineteen-hundred and eighty Before walkin', plucked the sword from stone Held in left hand, hoisted over shoulder Awaiting to grow in to my throne" Hold my hand and accompany Ill to the edge of demise But the saner in conjunction For a vanity holocaust so die Mannequins stand lost on felt-tips Eyes cry ink of many hues Payment of dues is behind schedule Yet you're laundry's impeccable Skeletons stand neatly in closets veiled by velvet drapery Broken spirit of the storm capsizes ships and rapes the sea Well I sit and study With dim-lit desk lamp and favorite mug Sipping hazelnut chai but with bare feet on bearskin rug Watching the sitting fan Inspiring me to rotate irony Like nuns trapped in purgatory Walking in circles of piety Raising ladles of lamb's blood to their lips And allowing its thickness to purify this Land of derelicts It would be best if you desist Sprint into the foxhole; you're not whole No matter, kicks the spiritual things I rock soles [?] Floating in glass houses, tossing boulders The weight of the hate caught you off guard And collapsed your shoulders Fragmented pieces of human shrapnel lay across this field of battle Life gives you a one-way ticket to a herd of cattle And free passes for grazing In the passions of conformity Dormant as I attempt to topple these columns of supporting normalcy You choose to dwell in a time capsule of yesteryear Clearly locked in place with combination on fingertips of fear [Hook, x3]