Luminescence Peers Thru Their Confinement
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โฑ๏ธ 3:00 duration
๐ ID: 3698815
๐ Lyrics
I was born into this world to share men's pain
I clutch the guilt like it's my only child
And that blocklist make it hard to reconcile
Thumbing through the album money
What's the price of trauma?
Yeah we youngins so they talk
Like it's just minor drama
But I know that pain be sticking trust I know it well
Torment from those days in beggary reveal theirselves
All them stories 'bout mistreatment made me wanna slide
Praying I could be forgiven
'Cause I was steady wishing that those niggas died
Was all that rage just compensation 'cause I'm in they image?
Told me be the bigger man and trip 'bout my deliverance
And I tried to listen
Niggas fighting demons with no ammunition
Four corners closing in
And I'm wondering what it costs
Uhh
Foreshadowing the moments that I could've lost it all
One could observe the light from
Crevasses of horrid infrastructure
Greeted me with second languages
Considered me a brother
Flinched at hospitality, told me to fear not
He could sense the bodily aches and the hate filled rot
The scars upon my knuckles, digestion of toxicity
He offered me a lesson through perspectives of soliloquy
The hardship, disenfranchised
Like the rest of us
Yet he made a point to tell me
How to make the best of it
Everyone around you seeks the answer within capital
Obvious the stresses have arisen from the lack of it
But nothing instantaneous
And when it's just you and the book
Will you prepare yourself a chance
To have a snatch of it?
I offer you a path of composure
A path in which you'll never make the matters worse
When it begins to boil over
Foretold a world in which I could trudge through it all
Before I ever walked I had to learn about the Kraal
Alright, so, repeat after me
Say Ashadu, ashaladu
Ashadu, ashadu
An, an
La, la
Ilaha, ilaha
Illa, illa
Allah, Allah
Wa, wa
Ashadu, ashadu
Anna, anna
Muhammadan, Muhammadan
Rasul, rasul
Allah, Allah
I clutch the guilt like it's my only child
And that blocklist make it hard to reconcile
Thumbing through the album money
What's the price of trauma?
Yeah we youngins so they talk
Like it's just minor drama
But I know that pain be sticking trust I know it well
Torment from those days in beggary reveal theirselves
All them stories 'bout mistreatment made me wanna slide
Praying I could be forgiven
'Cause I was steady wishing that those niggas died
Was all that rage just compensation 'cause I'm in they image?
Told me be the bigger man and trip 'bout my deliverance
And I tried to listen
Niggas fighting demons with no ammunition
Four corners closing in
And I'm wondering what it costs
Uhh
Foreshadowing the moments that I could've lost it all
One could observe the light from
Crevasses of horrid infrastructure
Greeted me with second languages
Considered me a brother
Flinched at hospitality, told me to fear not
He could sense the bodily aches and the hate filled rot
The scars upon my knuckles, digestion of toxicity
He offered me a lesson through perspectives of soliloquy
The hardship, disenfranchised
Like the rest of us
Yet he made a point to tell me
How to make the best of it
Everyone around you seeks the answer within capital
Obvious the stresses have arisen from the lack of it
But nothing instantaneous
And when it's just you and the book
Will you prepare yourself a chance
To have a snatch of it?
I offer you a path of composure
A path in which you'll never make the matters worse
When it begins to boil over
Foretold a world in which I could trudge through it all
Before I ever walked I had to learn about the Kraal
Alright, so, repeat after me
Say Ashadu, ashaladu
Ashadu, ashadu
An, an
La, la
Ilaha, ilaha
Illa, illa
Allah, Allah
Wa, wa
Ashadu, ashadu
Anna, anna
Muhammadan, Muhammadan
Rasul, rasul
Allah, Allah