GULF OF JILI, A SEA OF BLOOD. Lyrics

My grannny concerned

Cause she close to death hoping that my family hold

When she go her lowest depths

Moments of despair when you riding near enteral rest

I shifted gear, fear of uncertain fate is exhausting stress

Live upon the day walkers, common say talkers where decay launders

Dreams to fly but often does the plane falter

Crying at the alter feel my mothers pain plague my aura glow

My bros was foes draped in skins of cobra robes

Depictions jotted on oracle bone enamel

I fake the joy of living but found a home in a sample

My Past wasn't pretty my future be looking scary too

I barely knew, if I could pursue with baggage but carried through

Lot of my guys ain't die from no natural causes

To see the shift of ages so peace to my angels fallen

If we keep going backwards then how could we pay it forward?

In these streets they attack us, with liquor, drugs and informants

I

Honor the Shinto, pride in my kendo, admire my kinfolk

Dispose those vibing low like crescendo

I bestow, Hindu Sanskrit on my hand sheet

I bend the bandwidth with the sharpest darts when this man speaks