Kings ft. PSAC

I hear voices and they tell me to write

Different holistic in my body when I take that flight

It's like I hear voices, sit down, think deeply, carve syllables, make choices

Azimuths amplify besides the graves of the heroes that we glorify

Edifices crumble in the evening of the light

Plausibility's contained in the hands of those with might

Poetic insight sat by the tree of life

Living in a country where corruption is rife

We was sitting blazing thinking surely this is life

Kings reign but can usurped by the wielder of a knife

The words I'm wielding are shielding