Hemlock Ernst & Kenny Segal Bless The Fire
[Verse]
A'ight, let's keep it real
Bless the fire waiting in my old forgotten temple
I've been dining, being simple
But I'm tired of being civil
Sounding official
They lacerate the paper planes I built myself
Force fed the dying bridge I felt it's burning in these merging cells
Not to be blunt, but barely burned the blunt before they cared
Can't believe this doctor could repair the rip and tear
Rip so care, trips aware
In my childhood was there
Seems hard to believe a man so cumbersome could make believe
Take this reed that I'm writing on and fix the mirror while the mic is on
Don't stutter
What a wonder
Now face yourself and feel your cells begin to tear
Tears following your cares unaware
Turn sideways and walk down stairs
Over there
Seems easy embarking on card sharking and carter throngs
Borrowing half knowledge from Barbizons
Cat mewing for mother's other's others
Mutter, fuming, How is he doing?
What is he doing insinuating my patience/endurance have no relation
I played with half crazies and whole amazings in dime stores and basements
Lunch counters and living rooms complacent
Drunk dining and dying giving living to trying
I was born spitting and died flying
You don't think I know what I'm doing?
I know what I'm doing
I'm doing what I'm doing knowing I'm moving headlong in a dark space
Liberating the headstrong in a harsh face
The isolated tombs
Grown in a stark place
I dug through the ruins
Myself of coke addiction and truants I've felt
But improving myself is as embarrassing as me getting caught screwing myself
I'm not proving myself I'm just doing myself you just don't know me
And it doesn't really matter intimations on stone platters
Turn still to then clatter despite purpose and passion
Turn merciless matter to curious rattles in hallways
There are patterns with sight like always
Be the best kid and don't play
Back to the future walk
Back to your car and a bed of stars
Dream in a fever you are
Leap like the lemur you are
Everything's out the window
Everything's on it's head and seeming it's said
Is not it's been said
You're dreaming as it's been seen
Now seen on the screen still unbelieving of being
By being tested by a tested gleaning
Freeze framing, restraining, click baiting, haranguing, anger hanging my tissues
Son striving my misuse
Tongue tying, just disguising my issues
Undying my love of the muse laying
Laying against you
My relationship with melody playing against you
Playing against you
Playing against you
