One two See Right here is heat Yo, yo, massive
There's deep inside That's telling you that love's so more This is a masquerade everything's alright You know it's time for the wars If just a masquerade
When I feel the way of my innocence Looking for emotions are fallacy Everything is waiting on that Hoping for new opuses and
And I'm you, ohh If I starve from falling And I bet you, ohh the Voices in your head but no place to go
There's something deep That's telling you that so much more This is a masquerade
I sit back with the microphone watchin' these turn to actors all the factors that flip life, into a masquerade We like a bunch of mannequins operated, inoculated With five connect us to the Earth Rich sinners since the of my birth For what it's worth, dissuaded I'm steadily spreadin' love over the beat Let's meditate and feel the now
beautiful rain, on the desert plain 'Cause the sun the ground on the weak sound I it down, to elements H2O A place to go, that you escape the flow not exist, I love the truth so I persist Intelligent men? Or just Gorillas in the Clenchin' a black fist, for the size of dollar I leave the space so you can about it now so just chill
something There's something in something There's deep inside That's you that love's so much more This is just a When everything's You know it's for the writing wars If it's just a
shit, ration, tryin' to step up But they can't even it, kick that shit
{First saved In this venture, nothing gained, only just touched the surface Once nervous, when for a worthless purpose It was once more than this, the heart left the beat The left the speech, I'm still trying to reach My niche, and teach the love again the hate of a present day Got stepped after, being genuine we're away}
{Before the of diamonds, bells And a platinum place, fallen grace Not my campus another trace Of the same I came in, this thing is worth saving Standing in the pockets tongues of what I'm saying Blaming myself only for supporting what playing}
{I may peek through the storm, but now it's Unchanging of late, it's hard to be Although creating is native to me, I to be Even patience couldn't save it, from the of pages couldn't believe I would say this No without wings, Kamau is what my name is}
{Too many undermine, I underline my poetry underneath their making of rhymes It was a of frustration Brown or blank slates Subway trains and cardboard bound with tape It was the of the evening, the way the day grew late Words from lungs over my tongue And a new taste to my fate}
{It doesn't even matter how the chatter paint us With on our side they could barely stand against us Um, what up? Uh Kheaven, goin' down? Um I got your message, and uh Basically call me back and me about the length of the message, but you know You it? Aight man peace End of