Hieroglyphics

Hook: I lost myself and I can’t find my way on back The brightest colors all seem to look like black, nowww Scattered as my back,grounddd Verse: Humble, ego for self so high you sky dive off it/ Turn bank account numbers from norm to JP Morgan/ All aboard, the aerial pursuit to the honest departs shortly/ Leave that baggage with wack rappin with those who can’t hold me/ Had a scientist offer me a trillion dollars to clone me/ Said “chill homie, we both very well know that you’d owe me For a lifeline of an immortal, multiplied by 5 times” Said I was too short to ride those rides & can’t tippie toe at the height sign/ Now I gotta bend my knees to try to touch your skyline My joints like, sweet chin music to make them heads knock Tryna walk over me? There goes a Figure 4 leg lock/ Rhymes like MLK, JFK: all head shots/ My life, looking like Regal’s premieres, lying should be illegal/ Riches I look forward to and the false is all see through/ Travel the world as the plane moves its pivot/ SOUL SO ANCIENT IT’S DESCRIBED THROUGH PICTURES, HIEROGLYPHICS, kill it/ Verbal assault, silver bullet through an artery/ And if the cops catch my name, I’ll tell em “pardon me I felt that that man in his mind had plans of harming me” Self-survival, arrival of the ghoul stabbing through artistry/ Painless- voice has a life of its own, faceless/ Fingers with pricked blood for notion so I can paint with/ Hanging by cemeteries, BIG’s grave is my table to Write a bunch of rhymes to make ghost writers start paying you/ Challenging the gone…Zombie with a Psalm/ World too small to hold it steady in palms/ Making every night Christmas day, Home like a getaway/ Honor roll student while substitutes test away/ Reaching for tomorrow while I back kick yesterday/ Put my name on escalators, pocket on an elevator/ Lets, pour some champagne while it spills off the sides/ Most expensive rides ‘cause we had the most drive/ Cupid shot me in the back, I shot him in the throat/ He filled my life with love, I filled his vocals with hope/ Billy the Kid, the left handed gun for any on the opposite/ Black ski masks make music killers anonymous/ The belly of the beast digesting this beat, gobbling/ Most wanna taste success, I working to eat a lot of it/ (Strings on backs too lean for you to see through) (Shaking hands at my reflection, Damn it sucks to meet you) x2 Damn Hook: I lost myself and I can’t find my way on back The brightest colors all seem to look like black, now Splattered as my back, grounddd The moon never looked so pure Her eyes never looked so sure But I was wrong, Oh Yeah I was wrong, Oh Please watch your tone The Friday Night Ghoul’s taking “The Longer Way Home” Poem: The nights don’t soothe me like they used, if they ever did Wind whispers secrets to the lifeless Some priests don’t know who Christ is- Build Fortune 500’s off of family with no hope to spare but in a church Marijuana scents for neighborhoods too gory to try to smile in… Time moves too still to be productive Yet, too fast to try to think Friends sing that, fat lady melody as quick as the phone rings To bear the bad news to his overly-panicking mother Clothes scrambled, by sense of self Invisible—cloaked by skin tones passed down by the ancients And an accent and voice too strong to hide/ Tides turn in these neighborhoods of Devil’s chessboards with no Kings/ We don’t see the stars from where we sit Drugs wars like lullabies To siblings itching to sleep It’s like An urban whirlpool of the 7 Deadly Sins drowning out our voices Life is like a job, our mothers set up our appointment To try and be better than them Death Row since 4th grade I know they want me gone It angers them that heroin in my veins don’t make me calm Judge me The thing is: on this particular night you will lose I’ll cloak myself as the enemy to get to the enemy 48 Laws of Power mixed in with Ganja and Sour Friday Night Ghoul with eyes to the exists Mind couldn’t be written Won’t scare them with a gun, I’ll strike fear with success The stars are coming out tonight For your very own Friday Night Ghoul… ….Watch Your Back